Elsa’s pov
“When are you finally going to have my time? There was only one day left, and I had to get something to wear for the ball. Follow me to the mall to get something, pleaseee." I nagged Mia, who was busy writing something on her desk.
“Okay, okay, I will go with you. I have to finish this; just give me a few minutes, and we can go,” she pleaded.
“Okay.” I replied happily.
“Are you really okay?” She asked me.
“What did you mean?” I asked.
“Don't worry about it; just forget I said anything.” She suddenly changed her mind.
“You already started; you might as well finish it, hmm. Come on, you can ask me.”
“Are you sleeping well?” She asked.
I knew what she was asking about, and now I regret forcing her to say it. I didn't want anyone to know, so I had to lie to her.
“Of cou
