LILA'S POV
THE NEXT MORNING
I slowly open my eyes to sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, and I hear the sound of birds chirping outside like they're personally mocking my life choices.
For a blissful second, I forget what day it is. Then reality slams into me all at once.
I grab my phone from the nightstand, squinting at the screen, and my heart nearly stops.
10:55 AM.
"s**t, s**t, s**t!" I throw off the covers, stumbling out of bed so fast I nearly face-plant on the carpet.
The car's coming at noon. I have barely an hour to shower, pack, and somehow mentally prepare myself for this hectic morning.
No pressure or anything.
I sprint to the bathroom, strip down, and jump in the shower without waiting for the water to warm up. The cold spray hits me like a slap, and I yelp,
