AUBURN'S POV
Auburn stormed up the stairs, her entire veins filled with rage.
The girls rallied around her, trying to help her clean the purple juice from her hair.
"Auburn, we are so sorry." The girls apologized.
But she ignored them as she stomped her feet up the stairs.
"Your majesty." Servants gasped as Auburn and the girls went up the stairs.
Auburn was humiliated.
Her dress was heavily coated with the liquid, and she smelled terrible.
Her fake, vibrant red hair was a mess, smeared with purple liquid that was spilling down her lashes and the front bodice of her dress.
She could smell the little pieces of her now charred dress.
She had no idea where the fire had come from, and she still smelled like smoke.
It drove her insane.
She made a turn that led her to Princess Cherry's bedroom.
"Aunty Cherry," Auburn said unhappily as she stepped into the room.
The girls tried to help her clean her face.
One of the girls attempted to use a napkin to clean her face.
