Purple Summers returned to her room.
The two girls who were getting up heard the door opening and simultaneously poked their heads out of their bed.
"Why were you outside for so long?"
"What did Ryan Wesley say? Is he urging us to get up?"
"We have a train this afternoon, so we can play some more in the morning. Where should we go for a stroll later?"
"There's a haunted house we haven't visited yet, but that attraction only opens at night..."
Jane McCain and Zara Jameson chatted away, but Purple seemed not to hear them. She quietly sat on the bed for a while, then suddenly picked up her phone and made a call—
"Hello, I have a express delivery, the tracking number is... right, I filled in the wrong address, can I still get it back?... What? It's already been signed for?"
Purple's express delivery that she sent yesterday was signed for by Aria Jackson early this morning, as she chose the fastest courier company for efficiency.
Purple frowned and called Aria Jackson again.
