Chapter 38 We Aren't Going To A Fashion Show

Reyna's P.O.V. The zipper on my suitcase jammed half, and I raved, yanking it a bit harder than demanded." Why now? Really?" I lumbered under my breath. My room looked like a small hurricane had gone through it- clothes draped over the bed, shoes in a pile beside the closet, my toiletry bag half-open on the dresser. This was n't normal for me; the excitement washing in my chest would not let me settle.