CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Anna POV
When I woke up the next morning, Evan was gone.
Of course he was.
In his place was a small piece of paper lying on the bed.
Nice makeover. You look good.
A smile tugged at my lips—
Then I immediately frowned.
Seriously, Anna?
This had to be one of his stupid pranks.
Once, he’d sent me a fake love letter. And me—being hopelessly love-struck back then—had gone straight to him, ignoring every tiny voice in my head screaming this is a prank.
It was April 1st.
I got humiliated.
Publicly.
Since then, anything remotely close to a “nice message” from Evan automatically felt suspicious.
Very suspicious.
“Anna! It’s a school day—and it’s already 8 a.m.!” Mom shouted from downstairs.
My eyes widened.
“s**t!”
I jumped out of bed.
How did I forget?!
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