LENA
My eyes flicker open, and I look ahead, blinking away the blurriness.
Fuck, I fell asleep through another film again. This was becoming a habit of mine.
Shaking my haze away, I move up to bed and scan until my eyes land on a piece of paper beside me. I grabbed it and opened it, only for my heart to leap out of my chest—Emmett.
My eyes lingered on the drawing of me. He captured what he could of my features, but I knew it was me. The eyes gave it away. He drew what he saw, but part of me wondered if this was what I looked into his eyes. The drawing made me look like a goddess, but in real life, I was not.
Looking over the drawing again, my eyes went to the bottom of the page. My heart leaped again in my chest as I read the words aloud. “To the beauty before me, please meet me tomor
