Celine's POV
Fifty minutes to mess around.
"Jeez, Anna, open the door already,"
I sigh, flipping my watch to get a glimpse of the time. The rate at which it keeps flying gets me scared.
"Celine?"
Tender hands pull me in for a warm hug, and I envelop her too, like we didn't see during the weekend.
"You look..." she presses her lips together and smacks it like she has gotten the right word. "Different."
"Good different or bad different?"
"Hmm," she stares longer. "Not half bad, I'm just not used to seeing you dressed like this."
I look down on analyzing myself for the umpteenth time. I knew that Jayden was lying through his teeth. I frown as if he could see me. He didn't have to lie to make me feel good.
"Celine?"
"Huh?" I pass my hair to the back, waiting for her to repeat
