Elizabeth’s POV

“Fuck!" I cursed. " I’m almost late for class,” I added, springing up from bed.

I snatched my dress from the hanger. Sebastian had it dry-cleaned, and my bag was dried as well.

In no time I was done and ready to leave.

“Aren't you waiting for breakfast?” Sebastian inquired, his voice smooth and rich, the moment I stepped out of my room.

He stood there, impeccably dressed and exuding an air of confidence, ready to take on the day. I couldn’t help but take a ...