Playboy

Aria

The next morning, dread sat in my stomach like a stone.

I stood in front of my mirror braiding my hair tighter than necessary. My school bag was packed. My sketchbook was inside. My schedule had been memorized three times. But none of it helped.

I was fastening the strap of my watch when there was a knock on my door. Kellan leaned against the frame, already dressed for school, looking far too