Gianna.
The sound of my phone ringing dragged me out of a half-dream. I groaned, rolling over and fumbling for it on my side drawer. My voice came out raspy when I answered without even checking who it was.
“Hello.”
“Get the hell up, sleepyhead.”
I blinked. “Rue?”
“Of course, it’s me. Don’t tell me you’re still asleep—it’s past twelve!” she scolded playfully.
“Okay,” I muttered, yawning. “I won’t.”
“Remember the surprise I told you about?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I need you to go pick it up. It’s gonna be there by 1 pm, and time’s already running.”
I groaned again, pressing a palm to my forehead. “Wait, I never agreed to leave this house.”
“Please, Gia, I already planned the surprise. You’ll love it.”
“I better.”
“Great! I’ll text you the address,” she said quickly, then hung up befor
