I kept smiling in my dreams as the first thing I felt in the morning was someone gently rubbing my arm. I was still half asleep, my face buried inside my pillow, my hair sticking everywhere. I didn’t want to open my eyes yet.
My whole body felt heavy, because I didn’t sleep properly. Maybe because my mind was still replaying what happened with Paxton last night.
I hope he’s okay, he's not going to find out anything right?
“Carlota,” a soft voice called.
I recognized it immediately and almost jumped. My mother never wakes me up gently like this. She usually stands at the door and says my name.
I opened my eyes slowly and blinked up at her. She was smiling at me which isn't weird but feels weird at the same time.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said.
I frowned a little. “Good morn
