Betty's POV. 

A ray of sunlight slanted through the curtains, touching the floor in golden streaks but it barely had a chance to settle before Megan’s phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand. 

Megan stood up instantly, her eyes wide open and a spark of panic flickering across her face. “Oh no, we’re late!” she gasped, and before I could even process, Megan was already flinging off the blankets mid-air. 

My heart skipped as I scrambled to my feet, my hair sticking out in every ...