CHAPTER 11: A DAY IN THE SOUTH

ROSALINE’S POV:

I sat silently in the carriage with my eyes focused on the world as we passed by. I, too, had never been to the southside and wondered what it was like. I knew it was where the locals resided, but how primitive were they? And how was their lifestyle?

Thoughts like this filled my mind as the other girls complained amongst themselves about how ugly and disgusting the people were and how they were not going to get any good shopping done because everything about them was of bad quality.

Occasionally I would zone in and out of their conversation; not all of them engaged in the conversation, but I could tell none of them were happy about this.

Maybe the Southside was not as bad as they made it out to be. I was a royal as well; I grew up with the same luxuries and care as them, but I also experienced a major downgrade. Maybe I would not find the place that bad.

An hour later, we arrived at the southside, and I immediately took back my words.

Okay, this was as bad as they sai