Melody's eyes fluttered open after the unsettling dream she had.
It was about Seth and Luke fighting again and for some reason, she couldn't get to them, like she was trapped somewhere. She yawned, dropping the back of her palm to shield her eyes from the sunlight.
Sometimes she wondered, Luke's still the apparent son of a prince, how could he have turned out so crass? That day at the movie premiere's after party he was acting so vulgar and shameless. Seth's expression was almost cold enough to freeze hell over and Luke still couldn't tell.
She wriggled and stretched in her cosy, warm, haven which was her bed. As parts of her body were gradually turning on she realized that Seth had already left the bedroom. He probably left early again for the courthouse. She rubbed the rest of the sleep out of her eyes, walking into the bathroom for a quick shower.
