Betty's POV. 

The shrill beep of my alarm jolted me awake at 6:30 AM. 

For a blissful second, I forgot everything about the exhibition, the strange energy, and the kiss. 

Then it all came flooding back, and my fingers flew to my lips.

Get it together, Betty.

I threw off my covers and found Megan already up, hunched over her sketchbook with fabric swatches scattered across her desk.

"Morning, sunshine," she said without looking up. "Ready to wow, Professor Martinez?"

My stomach ...