Sophia had been on edge since last night, her mind racing nonstop. She tossed and turned until morning and only managed to catch a little sleep before she was jolted awake by loud, insistent banging on her door.

"Who is it?"

"Miss Miller, aren't you supposed to be heading out to your date?" Blake's voice rang out from the other side of the door.

Sophia sat up, her brain groggy and confused. "What?"

"It's already 810," Blake added as ...