Andria's POV
The sound of the bell dragged me out of bed the next morning. I groaned, rolling over and staring at the clock.
Too early.
I dragged myself up, showered, and dressed with practiced efficiency. By the time I stepped into the sitting room, Becca was already there, hair pulled into a messy bun, with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"You look like you fought demons all night," she remarked.
"I probably did," I replied, grabbing an apple. "Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing major. The holiday is around the corner, so I'm just getting things ready."
My jaw tightened. "Yeah, at least we get to leave this environment for a while. You look very excited."
"I think we would be going for a date or even a vacation this holiday," Becca announced.
"Who? What do you mean?" I said, moving to grab a bottle of water.
"Arlo and I. We would be going for a vacation in one of the beautiful woods," she squealed.
"A camp?" I asked, a little bit confused.
"A hiking camp, yes," she replied.
