Violet's plan was simple. Once the three hours were up, she would sneak up to her bed and cuddle up to Alaric, sleeping beside him. Once he woke up in the morning with barely any recollection of what happened, she would spin a suitable tale to cover it up. He wouldn't suspect a thing. She would make sure of it.
So they all sat on the seats in the living room, streaming through some videos on their phones and chatting amongst themselves just to avoid falling asleep. As soon as the three hours were up, Lila happily retrieved the white paper, which had oddly turned a worn-out brown as if its essence —or whatever bad luck it possessed—had been stripped.
"I don't honestly support this, but if you say so," Lila said about her idea of sharing a bed with Alaric Storm. Then she placed a kiss on Violet's cheek and bid her goodnight.
"Good night, Violet," Daisy and Ivy also waved before disappearing into their various rooms.
