Here Brea was, hiding in her room because she did not want to have to deal with her mother this morning.
Although she was looking outside the window, her mind was more concerned with what Pippa was planning. She definitely did not trust the wits that girl claimed she had, neither did she liked the idea of following Pippa's plan.
With how they had failed miserably, it was clear that she was terrible when it came to good execution. She did not like being left in the dark, that was why she was bent on not allowing Pippa lead her.
If the blind man was leading someone who was blindfolded, they would both fall into the pit and Brea was not ready to fall into any pit.
"Brea, I am coming in," her father's knock and voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Brea, what were you doing?" Endrick asked.
"I was thinking father," she replied.
"Thinking about what?" he asked.
"About my future," she smiled.
