Chapter 13

Upstairs in the house was a lot less grandeur and old-fashioned. It was more modern and tasteful, like Hollywood celebrity homes. Unexpected and airy above the noise and chaos below, Abby dragged her along a long row of doors to her own and unlocked it.

“Rob made us all get locks on the doors to our rooms last year.” She smiled, shaking her key, so it jingled, that dazzling beautiful smile aimed at Rose. “When people get a bit drunk, they tend to wander, and although nothing has ever been taken from here, it’s the thought of old drunk people having nookie in my room that bothered him.” she laughed and led the way into a pink and cream decorated boudoir. Rose smiled in response, but she was far from feeling like it.

The cool, calm exterior was quick at soothing her, providing her with a much-needed breathing space. Abby’s room was everything Rose had imagined it would be. Frilly, girly, almost princess-like in a childish way. Yet surprisingly, a bookcase full of trashy no