Chapter Three
I sleep later than I’ve slept in ages. Well, the sleep part doesn’t last long after the sun brightens my room, but I lie in bed with half-closed eyelids, listening to the faint noises from downstairs and glorying in the fact that Mom isn’t about to bang on my door and yell, “Are you studying yet?” As far as I know, I don’t have to do anything wedding related until tonight, so I can stay in bed all day if I want to.
When my phone buzzes briefly against my bedside table, I turn over and reach for it, hoping it’s Lex. Instead, I see a message from Isabelle containing an image of a baby owl with big sad eyes. The text overlay on the picture reads, ‘Don’t want to be owl by myself.’ I’ve barely had time to roll my eyes when a second message appears.
Isabelle: I know you’ve finis
