Seraphina's POV
I was tired. Not in the I-need-a-nap kind of way, but in the I-might-scream-if-I-hear-one-more-giggle-from-Liana kind of way.
For the past three days, I have been trying to study. Just study, but apparently, that was a radical thing to do in a shared dorm room.
Liana had been parading around in loud shoes and laughing like the world owed her attention, and Jolene had somehow managed to turn her side of the room into what looked like a makeup testing lab, with foundation everywhere, lipsticks uncapped, and perfume so strong it made my head spin.
I had lasted until now, but when Jolene decided to start practicing dance steps in the middle of the room, music blasting and all, I gave up.
