Eliza's POV
Sitting across from Alexis and Stefan, I couldn't help but nervously entwine my fingers on my lap. I'm tracing the pattern of my pleated skirt when the sound of someone clearing their throat has me looking up immediately.
Both pairs of grey eyes look at me, one animated while the other seemed bored for some weird reason. I continue to stare at them blankly before Alexis breaks the silence by bending over in laughter.
Wiping at the corner of her eye with her hands she suddenly moves across to the seat I'm occupying and throws an arm around my shoulder.
"Would you relax a bit! Why are you so nervous?" she asks while giving my shoulder an encouraging squeeze.
"I'm not nervous!" I lie blatantly
"Uh huh, did you walk with spare clothes?" Stefan says and I look at him in confus
