Maisie
My bedroom was large, taking up nearly half of the East wing. A queen sized bed sat at the center with lush drapes and sheets. I had a walk-in closet that currently sat empty, save for a few changes of clothes that seemed to have been left behind by a guest. My bathroom had a jacuzzi and partitioned sections and everything was pristine and glittering and so painstakingly, out of my world.
The ceiling to floor windows overlooked the water fall outside and I found myself walking, sliding the window aside to glance over the balcony.
Back pressed against the door and finally alone for the first time since everything went to hell, I sagged, letting the full weight of it all finally crush me.
I sat on the floor, book of rules in hand, wondering just what the hell happened.
Did Regina and Jenny throw me under the bus? Was it all planned? Why would they do that to me? Did they never actually care about me all along? What was a lie? What was the truth? Who was on my side?
