The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 208

"It's not dirty. Come on in." Citrine gave a resigned little smile, then reached for Amelia's hand and gently pulled her inside.

Amelia finally got a good look at Citrine's room—and for a moment, all she could do was stare in awe.

"Citrine, your room is beautiful," she breathed, unable to hide the envy in her eyes.

Back at the Lawson house, Amelia didn't even have a room of her own. She slept year-round on the living room couch, her clothes and personal things stuffed into a couple of old tote bags piled in the corner, just to keep them out of the way and easy to find.

But Citrine's room was the kind that existed in every girl's wildest dreams- spacious, gorgeous, filled with sunlight. There was a lovely writing desk, a cozy beanbag chair, and all sorts of charming little pieces of furniture that looked like they'd been plucked straight from a show about princesses. Even her private bathroom was bigger than the entire living space Amelia's whole family shared.

"It's nothing special," Citrine said, a little embarrassed. "When I first came to live with the Carmichaels, I was put up in the guest room. Later, Raymond insisted I take his bedroom and had it redecorated for me. That's how it ended up like this." After Amelia finished washing up, the two of them climbed into bed together.

"Your sheets smell amazing," Amelia said, inhaling the faint scent of flowers with delight. She took another deep breath, savoring it.

"Do they? It's probably just the laundry detergent," Citrine replied, burying her own face in the pillow and taking a deep breath too.

Their eyes met over their silly antics, and both girls burst out laughing.

a little while, Amelia's mood

up telling Citrine everything about what had happened at

Citrine felt her own anger rising on

a moment's thought, she suddenly asked, “Amy, do you want to get away from your

spoke, her voice was steady. "Yes. The moment they tried

long time. Then, out of nowhere,

surprised by the question,

ever since

being

did you know?" she asked, a

over your essays the other day, I saw

You wrote about

Amelia's cheeks turned bright red at Citrine's

want to be an actress, Amy, I can help you,"

get your foot in the door. I'm