Davina's POV
I pressed my eyelids together, desperately trying to drift into sleep.
It wasn't working.
The dull thrum of music kept seeping through the walls, bursts of laughter cutting through my feeble attempts to block out the commotion.
I rolled to one side, then flat on my back, then face-down—nothing worked.
This was maddening.
Why couldn't Calista just rent a proper dance studio? Wasn't that what regular people did for rehearsals? Why did it have to happen here, in our cramped little house?
I let out a frustrated groan, burying my face deeper into the pillow.
Sleep was what I needed.
Tomorrow meant work.
I wondered if Irvin would show up— My mind wandered. Naturally, it did.
Right back to him.
Irvin.
I gritted my teeth, fighting to push the thought aside before it could take root.
Stop thinking about him. Just stop. Please, not him.
