WILLA
Elyse's room was exactly how I had imagined it would be.
Spacious. Princess-like. And overwhelmingly pink.
The walls alone looked like something ripped straight out of a Barbie dream house, girly enough that I should have hated it instantly.
Yet somehow… I didn't.
A king-sized bed rested against one wall, covered in layers of cream and blush bedding. Soft golden light spilled from the chandelier overhead, warming every corner of the room.
A white vanity sat near the windows, cluttered with makeup palettes, perfume bottles, jewelry trays, and scattered Polaroids.
I swallowed and glanced behind me. Whitney was gone. She must have left quietly while I was distracted.
Slowly, I walked farther into the room toward the vanity, my eyes settling on one of the framed pictures resting there.
I picked it up carefully.
For a moment, I stared at the girl smiling brightly in the photograph before my gaze shifted to the mirror beyond it.
