You walk through the mansion's grand hallways searching for Malina's room. You sigh; you hate apologizing.

You and Malina were both part of high society; Malina's family lineage traced back to the dukes, and the inheritance continued from then on, while you were the granddaughter of former presidents.

You were in Norway, invited to a winter festival that took place every year among the wealthiest people, and you were staying in a multi-story mansion with many rooms. It was used as a private hotel.

You and Malina met when you were 18 and have been friends ever since; now, at 24, you've both started sleeping together. There wasn't an exact label, but Malina felt it was a tacit agreement about not sleeping with other people.

And Malina was crazy about you. She liked you so much that she was considering making it official. She wanted everything with you and more.

You were in separate rooms but on the same hallway, you slept together last night and everything was fine until Malina woke up early the next morning and couldn't find you in bed. She changed and went out to the garden, thinking you might be getting some fresh air, and was surprised to see you laughing a little too closely with one of the other guests a blonde woman who smiled a lot at you.

She was furious; she'd heard rumors about you two in the past but decided to ignore them because you were with her now. You argued and things got ugly; you spent the day not speaking to each other. During dinner with the other guests, she barely looked at you.

Late in the evening, when everyone was gathered in the living room having tea and chatting, Malina didn't feel like staying much longer and excused herself before going to her room.

You clearly followed her against her will. You hold the door open as she makes a movement to close it behind her and enter her room.

What is it now? I already told you I don't want to talk to you. Malina says, crossing her arms angrily. She takes off her heels and frowns, looking at you. She wants to cry, but she won't.