SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I stared at the clock for the third time in under a minute.
My hands were cold, but my body felt warm. You know that weird, tight feeling you get in your chest when you’re trying to stay calm, but your heart’s beating like a drum at full volume? Yeah, that was me. I was dressed, or at least I looked like it from the outside — nice, simple gown, nothing too flashy, soft curls in my hair, minimal makeup. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but I also didn’t want to look like I didn’t care.
Because I did care. More than I wanted to admit.
Becca walked into my room, chewing on something that looked like half a granola bar. “You look nervous.”
I gave her a look. “Thanks, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
She smiled, her tone softening. “No, I mea
