Tessa’s POV
I paced around my room, chewing on my bottom lip. How the hell am I going to get out of this house? I’d already made up my mind to sneak out—but how? My eyes darted to the window. Could I jump? Probably. Would I survive? Probably not. I wasn’t ready to meet my creator just yet—not when there were still so many foods I hadn’t tried across the country. No way I was dying tonight.
“Tess, what do you do now?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I kept pacing until a grin stretched across my face. “I know what to do,” I whispered, this time louder.
I shoved everything I needed for the party into my backpack, then slipped into my sleeping outfit and pulled my night robe over it. “Please let Aunty be knocked out by now,” I murmured, tiptoeing toward the door. The lights wer
