Selena's POV
My delight was still unwavering as I woke up the next day, the dawning peace amid bird chirpings, and the bask of warm sunlight from out the window caressing my face promising an even more eventful day.
That is at least what I thought—until I realized…
“Oh, my freaking…!” I jerked up from the sheets, my body reverberating with alarm as my feet hastily found the ground, and my hands my alarm clock. It was reading 9 am, meaning I had slept in. The morning had come so quickly and I had been giddy even in my tired slumber to remember I had to be at the studio by 8.
My phone was neither a soothing reliever as it beeped incessantly on the table, and reaching for it snapped my panic into a tremendous tremor.
10 missed calls from David.
18 missed calls from Jacqueline.
1 mis
