I was dreaming about dancing with Victor when something began to tickle my nose. Then my whole body began to shake until my head flopped around like a rag doll.
“Victor, what’s happening?” I asked him in my dream. “Why is everything shaking?”
I heard a feminine giggle. “I’m not Victor. Wake up, goofy.”
My eyes flew open, and I realized I had been dreaming when I saw Amy sitting on my bed next to me.
Was this a dream too?
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Amy, what are you doing here?” I asked. “What time is it?”
“It’s nine o’clock, and I need to talk to you,” she replied. “After your butler let me in, your dad said I could come up to your room and wake you up.”
I stretched and yawned. “I tried to call you last night when I found your messages, but you didn’t answer your phone.”
“Yeah,
