
Morgan stepped back and stood in a corner.

She nodded and offered her chair to the girl. "I made food." She said to her.

"I've never spoken to her. Why?" She asked, eyes widening in curiosity.

"Who?" She asked, face showing curiosity.

She did exactly that. "What do you want to know?"

"Okay..." She sat on a chair.

"Thank heavens." She laughed,

"Will, if my food isn't good enough." She said as though that was her problem.

She set down her trays and shook, wanting to vomit.

"Yes, I'm Morgan." She smiled.

Morgan walked in, balancing two trays on her palms.

No, it's just a weird name. XD.

I don't know....and since when am I The White? Just call me Morgan and get it over with.