Gwen
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Cedric had barely managed to slip into the wardrobe and close the door when my father’s voice boomed again from the hallway.
“Gwen, if you don’t open this, I’m going to break it down!”
I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I rushed to the door. “Wait, hold on, Father. I’ll be right out before you know it!”
I opened the door, forcing a bright, innocent smile onto my face even though my legs felt like jelly. My father stood there, fuming, his face red with anger and suspicion.
“Why didn’t you open the door when I’ve been knocking?” he demanded, pushing past me into the room.
“I’m sorry, Father,” I chuckled nervously, my voice higher than usual. “I didn’t mean to. I was… changing. I didn’t hear you at first.”
He didn’t look
