(Leigh’s POV)
When my eyelids open, I try to recognize where I am for a while. The pink paint of the wall and the symmetrical design of the place remind me I am in my bedroom, and this is the second day I wake up as Mrs. Hearst. I breathe in and out, stretching my arms only to realize I am alone in the bed.
Where is my Cupcake?
A thrilling smile curves my lips as I climb down from my bed and fix the beddings carefully, making sure that everything is in the right place before going to the bathroom to wash my face.
As I walk to the kitchen, my nostrils catch the scent of the breakfast my mother is cooking, and she rolls her eyes as I steal one hotdog from the plate. We all eat together on all meals except when we are at school or work. My eyes search for Alex as I take my cup and pour co
