Candace slept in late and didn’t wake until the sun was high enough to peer through the blinds. Annoyed, Candace rolled over. She tried going back to sleep, but as her mind awakened against her will, she remembered the events of last night and she sat straight up. She looked around the room that was not hers. Her embarrassment washed over her as she tried to remember how she ended up in that bed. Wyatt or her father must have moved her, though to her, she didn’t care to know which one did it, still fuming about the events of yesterday evening. She moved her legs off the bed and stood, about knocking over the tray on her night desk. A bit of orange juice spilled over the side onto the tray. Someone had brought her a cinnamon roll with a rose and a letter. Different emotions penetrated her.
