AMBER POV
Saturday mornings were supposed to be sacred, a time for uninterrupted sleep and blissful ignorance of the world. That dream was shattered when my bedroom door burst open with all the subtlety of a hurricane.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! We’ve got work to do!” Vic’s voice sliced through the air, loud and full of unwarranted energy. She flung open the curtains, letting in an offensive amount of sunlight. I groaned, throwing the covers over my head in protest.
“What the hell, Vic? It’s Saturday!” My voice was muffled but still held enough venom to convey my irritation. “Why are you even here?”
“To get you ready for prom, silly!” she announced, her chipper tone making me want to scream.
I peeked out from under the blanket, glaring at her. “I don’t want to go,” I muttered, my voice lac
