The next day, at Calista's manor, people could be seen moving up and down, doing their relative chores.
Meanwhile, Leeshay and Diana were in Calista's bedroom.
"Are you sure that you want to go out?" Leeshay asked doubtfully as she looked at Calista, who was supposed to be tucked in bed, resting and in confinement, and yet there she was, busy rummaging through her closet looking for something to wear.
"Um. I think at this rate if I continue being stuck in this room. I might go crazy," Calista answered seriously, her tone filled with immense disgust at being locked in the room.
She had tried her best and stayed put in the room for nearly a week. Wasn't that good already? What more did they want from her?
She hadn't seen her babies for the same period as well. Those two were recovering but recovering where she had no clue.
At this rate, someone might smuggle her babies without her knowledge. She wanted to go out.