“Shall
we?” Evie holds her arm out Mal.
“We
shall,” Mal takes it as they step into the threshold of the Bargain Castle.
“I’ve never been here before,” Evie takes it all in.
“Well, here it is.” Mal wanders off from Evie, to the
farthest end of the room. She turns with a sweeping gesture to all of the
others, “This is my crib.”
Jay walks up to her and nuzzles his nose against her neck.
“You missed it, didn’t you?” he asks.
“Well, yeah,” she laughs, playfully pushing him away. “Of
course. Everybody misses their home.”
“I don’t,” Evie speaks low.
“What do you mean, you don’t?” Mal turns toward her.
“I don’t miss my home,” Evie meets her purple-haired
friend’s eye, shrugging her shoulders. “I felt like I belonged in Auradon way
more than I ever did on the Isle!”
“But we can’t go back,” Mal blanches.
“And it’s all our fault,” Evie looks down.
“Come on, guys!” Carlos speaks up for the first time since
they stepped foot in the castle. “It’s not our fault that our parents are evil.
And, besides, we have the entire Isle to ourselves now. We can do whatever we
want.”
“You’re right,” Mal looks at him. She turns slowly to
the other two, “Let’s do some decorating.”
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