The sweet chamomile tea left a bitter aftertaste on Layla's mouth. Since her punishment is done now she now was free to roam around the house. Maybe she could get some dessert from the kitchen.
Their supposedly 'cheery' conversation ended right after her stepmother ordered Layla to rest.
The way to her room was long. It's the main part of the house, the walls decorated to the taste of the mansion's masters.
She trudged slowly on her feet, it's been a while since she visited this part of the mansion.
Unlike before no one was escorting her.
The hallways looked similar to the fragmented memories embedded into her memories from a long time ago.
The hallways she used to walk with her mother, the same place she would run around with the servants telling her to 'be careful' and 'don't fall'. Kind of funny how one single incident can change the behavior of the whole human being. It's sad to see how no one can be trusted.
