The next day, Amelia felt like a zombie. She dragged herself from one class to another, exhausted from sleepless nights. She had to put in a lot of effort to be minimally efficient during her shift at the atelier and only had dinner when she got home because she received a message from Daniel. His tone, which she interpreted as grumpy and imperative, reminded her to eat something. And of course, she smiled like a fool at her phone while reading the message.
After finishing dinner, she politely excused herself and got up before Olivia and Mia’s lively conversation ended. She needed to sleep. She just wanted to lie in bed and shut everything out until the next morning, but her plans were thwarted when Mia appeared in her room shortly after, while Amelia was straightening the sheets and con
