I woke up with one thought on my mind: the meeting.
Yesterday's whirlwind left me feeling dizzy, with snippets of my conversation with Axel replaying in my mind. I had this frustrating habit of voicing my feelings while I slept. Groaning, I slumped back into bed.
My best option was to call Jade; I needed to vent to someone. As I sat up, I realized I was still in my clothes from yesterday, and my cheeks flushed at the thought that Axel had taken off my shoes.
"You what?!" she shrieked. "Tell me you had a dream and didn't spill the beans to Axel."
I stood up, picking at my nails as my anxiety peaked. I was going to see him today, and confrontation was never my strong suit—it usually only happened when I was mostly unconscious.
"I don't know how to act. What if he brings it up?"
"Tell h
