|NEXT MORNING|

BRIANNA

The annoying sound of my alarm clock pierced my sleep, jolting me back to reality just as I was getting the best of my rest since I spent last night plotting devious ways to use the powder on Mr. Adrian.

With a groan, I sat up and stretched, letting out a loud yawn. The first ray of sunlight made its way past the curtain, illuminating the room.

I climbed out of bed, slammed the alarm off, and blocked out the thought of crawling back onto my bed to enjoy more sleep, ...