"I hope the wretch is dead! That's all she deserves!" Dorianna said, taking a sip before continuing to swirl her drink. "It's been nothing but darkness and drama since she came here! She came and ruined the little peace we managed to get after what her father did to us! Cursed Dark Thing! She came here to finish us off !"
She took another drink, this time like she was very thirsty before turning her attention to the person she was talking to—the person who was not answering her. Her friend, Raula.
They were both in Dorianna's room. Dorianna was seated on the bed with her legs crossed and a glass of wine in her hand. Raula was in her wheelchair, her hands tightly clasped in her lap while her pretty brown eyes stared at nothing in particular. Her own glass of wine sat on a table in front of her, untouched.
She was definitely not present in the conversation they were having.
"Raula!" Dorianna called, clicking her tongue in disappointment.
