ADINNA’S POV
Riley actually meant it when she said she registered both of us.
She doesn’t care that I have notes sprawled across my bed or that I’m halfway through revising for tomorrow’s test. She just storms into the room like a hurricane and waves her phone in my face.
“Get up,” she says. “We’re going dress shopping.”
I groan. “Riley, no. I have to study.”
She plants her hands on her hips. “You’ve been studying since dawn.”
“Exactly.”
“Which means,” she says, tugging at my blanket, “it’s time for a break.”
“I don’t take breaks,” I mutter, as I clutch the blanket tighter.
Riley yanks harder. “You do today. Come on, Adinna. You’re not escaping this one.”
I sit up, my hair falling into my face. “You can’t just drag me out whenever you feel like it.”
Her grin is full of mischief.
