June’s room glows soft pink, ribbons tied neatly across the walls, stuffed animals watching from every corner. She sits on her bed, notebook hugged tight to her chest, eyes dreamy as she whispers about Constantijn.
April slams the door open, cigarette smoke trailing behind her.
“Bloody hell, June. Again? Constantijn? He’s poison. He’s using you.”
June shakes her head, clutching her notebook tighter, voice trembling but stubborn.
“You don’t understand, April. He makes me feel safe. Like I belong. He’s my Daddy type. He loves me.”
April scoffs, pacing the room, boots crunching over ribbons on the floor.
“Safe? Love? He’s nothin’ but trouble. I’d rather see you single forever than chained to some posh snake who’s already tangled with Olivier.”
June’s eyes flash, her voice rising, sharper than her usual sweetness.
“You don’t get to choose for me! I’m not your little sister anymore. He’s mine. And I won’t let you take him away.”
The tension hangs thick in the room, pink ribbons fluttering as though even the walls can’t bear the fight.