Taylor’s P.O.V.
Tomorrow is my seventeenth birthday. I try to keep my excitement hidden as I do my daily chores. Lana notices though, she always notices.
“You’re chipper this morning,” She says with a smile. I smile back, “Yes, today is such a beautiful day,” I nod towards the window.
“I suppose it is.” She acknowledges.
“You sure it is nothing else that could be making you so happy?” She bends over and sweeps up the pile with the broom and dustpan.
I continue cleaning the window, “Lana, now why would it be something else? Can a girl not just be happy about the weather?” I tease.
“Mhm, ok. I will let it go, but you know and I know what tomorrow is.” She whispers, moving towards the door so she can put the broom up.
“Have a wonderful day, Lana. I’ll see you at dinner.” I say turning
