23. AUGUST 16
The next morning, I wake up with beautiful sunlight passing through my window. Hope there's no storm coming anytime soon.
With the sunlight brightening up my then gloomy mood from yesterday's hell, I breathe in deeply and stretch my arms.
But of course, there goes my bright day.
"Bella," I hear Edward call from outside the door in between knocks. "Are you still sleeping?"
My full smile quickly turns into a fugly grimace while staring at the door. First, I'm still pissed at him; second, he ruined my morning, and my upcoming morning ritual, and third, his recent question is one of his most common questions I've always hated. Do you really think I'll answer if I'm still sleeping? Dude.
"What?" I partly scream in annoyance.
"Dress up. We're going to Manila in fifteen minutes."
That surely makes my temper go straight to my head, making me take deep breaths and shout on the pillow. Oh, if only…
