Marie's POV
The house was quiet that night.
I sat on my bed brushing my hair, trying to clear my head after the long day. I hadn't finished unpacking her boxes and had given up. I was so tired, and I was wondering what I even did in the day.
After a while, I started hearing Patricia's voice from downstairs. She was laughing really loudly, I'm sure everyone in the house heard her. I tried to ignore it. I told myself I didn't care anymore. I wanted to go to bed early in case she wanted to come here and sleep. I didn't want to speak to her in any way.
Just as I placed the brush down, the door burst open.
Patricia walked in without knocking. She had two large bags with her, dragging them across the floor until she reached my wardrobe.
"What are you doing?" I asked, standing up.
She didn't answer. She dropped one bag with a loud thud and unzipped the other. Dresses, perfumes, and jewelry spilled out like she was moving into a hotel room.
