Today was the party, and I’d woken up early for it.
Which—if you couldn’t guess—wasn’t exactly a problem, considering I’d barely slept. My mind had been too wrapped around the letter sitting neatly in my bag.
A letter that could mean a lot of things.
But the most obvious?
He was confessing his feelings.
Wow. That was… weird.
After spending way too much time overthinking it, I finally dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. A long shower, a teeth brushing session, and even a full hair wash later, I stood in front of my mirror in a robe, dripping water onto the floor.
Now what?
What time did the party even start? Was I supposed to do my makeup? And if so… should it be heavy? Light?
Ugh, this was annoying.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to stress about it for long because a knoc
