Betty's POV.

I woke up with a loud gasp, my heart racing as my eyes landed on the clock. 7:45 p.m.

“Oh no!” I jumped out of bed so fast that my blanket wrapped around my legs. My shift at the museum started at eight, and I was supposed to leave by seven-thirty.

I rushed to the mirror, my hair sticking out in every direction. I brushed it quickly and tied it up into a messy bun. 

Then I grabbed my dark jeans and the blue work shirt hanging on the chair. My hands were shaking a little as ...