Rebecca was brushing her teeth when she mumbled, “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” So damn naggy.

Laura Harper flicked Rebecca’s forehead with a helpless but affectionate look. “You, seriously.”

Rebecca pouted.

After taking a shower, she sat down to do her makeup.

By the time she was almost done, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Something felt off—like she had forgotten to do something important.

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to jog her ...