No wonder Freya wanted to let me get refreshed before dinner.
"Yeah, you kind of look like shit." Trixie's comment caused me to glare at her and as I did, she simply shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, would you rather me lie to you?"
The comment was something Melissa used to say to me all the time, and hearing Trixie say it triggered the pain in my chest to radiate again as I tried to push it down. Seeing I was obviously upset, she stepped closer to me and stared at me in the mirror.
"Hey, it's okay. We can get you cleaned up, and looking like you in no time. Come on, let me show you the most amazing part of this entire room."
I wasn't sure what she considered to be amazing, but as she walked past me towards another door in the bathroom, she opened it and quickly disappeared from sight. Furrowing my brows, I followed, and when I stepped towards the open door, my mouth dropped. It was a closet, and the damn thing was the size of my room back home.
"Holy shit."
"I know right." Trixie laughed, looking around. "I stocked it with your clothes from home, of course, but there was still so much room, so I went shopping and filled the rest. Everything is exactly your size, and since you didn't have much in the way of jewelry—"
Watching Trixie skip towards a huge cabinet near a lit up vanity mirror, she pressed buttons and the cabinet opened to reveal a massive jewelry box adorned with more sparkling jewels than I had ever seen. "What in the hell…"
"I know it's amazing, right!" Trixie laughed. "I couldn't resist myself when it came to shopping, and your grandfather said to get whatever."
Pulling back from admiring the jewelry, I raised a brow and shook my head. "Do me a favor, Trixie. Never call him that again. I don't care if we share DNA. He isn't my grandfather."
"Oh, hostility… No worries. I'll just use first names then."
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