MIKA
I paced back and forth in my room at the guest house, frustration bubbling inside me. Megan should have come and checked on me, but the minutes felt like hours. Why was she taking so long?
I huffed, muttering to myself, “Megan is so annoying! Why can’t she just come here already?” The anger flared inside me, and I stamped my foot on the wooden floor, the sound echoing off the walls.
How could I get Ayla’s favor? I wanted to scream. I glanced at my phone again, when I saw it ringing. Maybe it was Megan, finally ready to put me at ease. But when I looked down and saw Ayla's name flashing across the screen, my stomach dropped.
I swallowed hard, anxiety creeping in. Ayla was never someone to take lightly. I took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and tried to steady my voice.
