As Q had already guessed, and dreaded, Juliette Grey was no picnic to live with.
Sharing a room with her was like trying to share a fence post with an ornery goat. Stubborn, territorial, and absolutely unwilling to make anything easy. It wasn't just the clipped words or the haughty glances, it was her entire existence that seemed crafted to remind Q she didn't quite belong in RAPS.
Take mornings, for instance.
While Q wanted nothing more than to savor every blissful second of lying in the softest bed she'd ever known, its mattress like a fluffy cloud and the quilt so warm it felt like a hug, Juliette had other ideas.
The girl made it a point to rise three hours earlier than strictly necessary, as if to demonstrate her superiority in the art of preparedness. She began her day with military precision, each task given exactly one hour of dedication.
