Billie.
I was deep in sleep, lost in some ridiculous dream where I was floating on a giant chocolate cake, when something felt off. You know that creepy feeling when someone's watching you? Yeah. That.
My eyes fluttered open—and I nearly died on the spot.
A whole group of people stood around my bed, dressed in bright yellow and black, staring at me like they were attending my damn funeral.
I screamed.
They didn't even flinch.
"Who the hell are you?!" I clutched my blanket like it was a shield, my heart pounding so hard I swore it would burst out of my chest.
A tall woman with a sleek ponytail took a step forward, completely unfazed. "We are designers, Miss Billie. Mr. Knight ordered us to report to your apartment immediately for your wedding gown fitting."
I blinked. "My what?"
"You are getting married, no?" a man in glasses said, looking at his clipboard like this was a normal Tuesday.
