Author POV:
The week had passed fast and it was now the day for the party.
Alina didn’t get much information about it, but she trusted him. She had her doubts, though she set them aside.
He informed her of the time and date, but not the attendees or host. It crossed her mind and she wondered why he wanted her to go so bad. It couldn’t be just about her safety.
She lingered on the thought for a while, but decided to let it go.
The day had came and Tristan went to her room to wake her up early.
She groaned and got up groggily. Her face had drool on it and her hair was like a birds nest.
Alina looked up at Tristan to find him trying to hold back his laughed as he saw her disheveled morning state once again. Though she got pretty comfortable, she looked even worse than that other time.
