Her nose scrunched.
She liked her cozy little bedroom. Not this giant royal suite where even the mirror looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. "Ugh," she muttered and rolled onto her side, but the movement pulled her injured arm and she winced.
She stared at her hand, still missing the weight of her laptop.
No hacking.
No coding.
No baking.
Just lying around and pretending she's resting while her brain screamed for something to do.
Her lips pouted like a sulky kid. "Argh… I'm going to die from boredom. This is worse than being shot."
She looked at the ceiling lifelessly.
Then her stomach growled.
"Oh great, now you join the drama too…" she muttered, pressing her hand on her belly.
She glanced toward the door, wondering if someone would come check on her again.
