Anna couldn't fall asleep easily that night, her mother had resumed teasing her during dinner and she had tried her possible best to prove her otherwise yet her mother remained unfazed like the dramatic woman she was, she advised Anna to talk to Lancelot and find out what was wrong with him, he might be going through a hard time and needed someone to talk to.
Anna tossed on her bed and stared blankly at the celling, she had been thinking on what it was that made Lancelot change all of a sudden, with these thoughts in mind, she fell asleep, the blaring alarm on her bedside woke her up, she groaned as she dragged her feet on the floor grudgingly.
