Rose POV
I am still skeptical about the party and weekends are almost here. I just got off the phone with Liam and I didn't bring up the party either. I didn't know how to. Some part of me was hoping he'd mention it first, and when he didn't. So I let it be.
I am in bed watching a series of Game of Thrones, seen it so many times but can't get enough. I am curled under my blanket, a bowl of grapes on my lap. The window is slightly open so the evening breeze can seep in. My body is tired but my mind is not ready to sleep yet.
Then there is a knock on the door.
Loud and persistent.
I pause the show, frowning. I am not expecting anyone. Camila didn't mention she invited anyone over, and even if she had, it's late.
Dragging myself out of bed, I slip my feet into my fuzzy slippers and
