Aquamarine's POV:
After getting back home and having a long talk with my father, my ex-fiancé and his family (and returning all those wedding gifts), I felt like I needed some alone time. A girl needs some quiet time to just think, that or she'd go mad with life going on around her, making her vision blurry, but I knew better. Some of us are only human . . . and luckily for me, I'm a mermaid.
I swam off to my room and looked around, I felt as though it was my first time seeing it, being away from home for so long it was like revisiting an old friend. I noticed how clean everything was, of course there were forms of algae and sea life, but that's what makes it beautiful. The dark cave and deep colors of coral made such a contrast with all the colorful treasures I had decorating my room with. The bright starfish, seaweed, some bright coral, fish, clams, my favorite aquatic accessories, jewelry, and my closet, inside were paints for my tail (for special occasions, like a wedding), clams for my tail (really painful but quite royal,) though I hardly ever wore them. And of course my numerous crowns that I only wore at special parties. I wasn't too keen on my dad being king of the ocean, but it's a living. I went over to my bed and was grateful for the soft cushion-like bed I had. It was giant and clam-like made with numerous waterproof pillows and blankets (mermaid magic keeps them in tact). I rolled over to reach for my nightstand and placed a large conch shell on it as I opened up a drawer and took out gummy worms, a gift from Claire and Haley. I know it's fall, and I have to pack soon, since it was time to migrate to warmer seas during this time of year, but I honestly only thought of going to see Raymond. I felt somewhat worried that Cecilia might try to make a move on him while I wasn't there, but I had to trust him and his judgment. I did, but I didn't trust her one bit.
She's like a sea urchin, an evil sharp sea urchin that's (totally) shellfish, and doesn't think about anyone's feelings other than her own, but as long as Raymond has feelings for me, I'll just have to be patient and wait. Wait for the next time we can see each other again. And that probably won't be until summer, when we come back home. I did however tell him about the shellphone and made sure we exchanged shells so we could stay in touch. And he promised to call me at the end of the week, I went up to my seashell calendar and marked Friday with a pearl in the shape of a heart and I marked off another day closer to Friday.