Fight My Battles

At exactly one in the afternoon, Liana’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She had just finished a light lunch and was pacing her bedroom, stressing over what on earth she was supposed to wear tonight. She grabbed the device. A direct text from Kellan glowed on the screen.

*[I’ll pick you up at six. Be ready.]*

She blew out a breath, tossing the phone onto the mattress. "Easy for you to say," she