Chapter Twenty Three.

Jaselle's P O V

Bright and early the next morning, Alessia barged in to meet me a crazy ass mess on my bed.

I had managed to change into a comfy set of Clothings after my deal with Adriano last night and they were nothing matching at all.

The top was an orange colored almost too small shirt with overly bright green polka dots with an illegible font up front with a word that says something I totally have no idea about and the bottoms was a loose pink pant with coloured circles on either one of my butt cheeks and don't get me started about the state of my hair and what got me the most disturbed about my appearance was that I couldn't tell for sure but I could almost swear I had drool down one side of my cheek and I couldn't stop furiously cleaning my face with the back of my hand when Alessia's presence pulled me out of bed.

For someone who was scared as shit last night, I sure had a pretty peaceful sleep.

Infact, I don't remember sleeping this soundly in days since I got here.

It's