Later, that day, I was still thinking about Grandma, when Nessa came over. "Elphaba, I think it's time you accepted your great-grandmother's death and let her go," Nessa said coldly.

Galinda hurried over and snapped, "Shut up, Nessarose! Let Elphaba grieve in her own way!"

I looked up at the blonde and she said, "I'll explain later."

I nodded and that night, we returned to our room.

"Galinda, thank you," I said, hugging my friend.

"Actually, Elphie, I promised your Aunt Sophie that I'd look out for you until we returned to Paris," Galinda explained.

"Either way, thank you," I smiled.

The next day, we set out for St. Petersburg.