A LOUD RAPPING on my chamber door woke me from a deep nap.
“Chelsey!” called Melody.
“Come in,” I said, opening my eyes.
She opened the door and walked in.
“You look pretty,” I said, yawning.
She was wearing one of her new outfits – a V-neck pink chiffon dress that had a short floaty skirt- and her hair was twisted into a braided bun.
“And you look like you could use some caffeine,” she replied.
“I’m just exhausted, which is weird. I got enough sleep last night. What time is it?”
“Almost six-thirty.” She smiled. “Guess what? We’re going on a double date.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Well, it’s not really a date but we are going out to dinner. Apparently, now that the other guests have left, he wants to take us to one of his favorite restaurants. Just you, me, Liam and Aiden.”
“The
