Brielle couldn’t help but laugh at the girls instant reaction, a smug smile slipping onto her lips. “Well you got me there sweetheart,” she mused. “And unless you’re a boy named Daxton than I’m sorry babe I don’t think this is your room.” Reaching down she grabbed her robe and slung it over her petite frame before smiling over at the raven haired girl. “But I can offer a little help if you need it?”













