4:47 AM. Friday. The ungodly hour when normal people were still unconscious and dreaming about things that made sense.
I wasn't normal. I was standing in my kitchen making coffee while going through a mental checklist that would've made Vivienne proud. Or maybe horrified. Probably both.
Today's agenda looked like someone had weaponized a calendar app.
Two tests. AP English and Calculus. Easy enough under normal circumstances, but these weren't normal circumstances. Not when I'd spent half the night blocking my mother's number and the other half thinking about purple eyes, wine-red hair, and the fact that somewhere in the chaos of the past three weeks, my life had stopped making sense.
Then there was Iris. She needed an Uber to the manor because Vivienne had invited her for the weekend. Four days. Which meant packing, coordinating with Mrs. Tanaka, and making sure Harlow didn't kidnap my sister for a forty-eight-hour anime marathon.
