Giselle’s POV
It couldn’t be, could it? I woke up thinking about the anonymous caller and the birthday song he sung. The faintly familiar voice echoed in my head and ruined my morning. Crusher came up to me and jostled me from the bed.
He barked for his morning meal and seized my bunny slippers while I walked bare foot to the bathroom. Seeing all my beauty products, I wondered when was the last time I had used any of them. “The date!” I blurted and recalled Aariz’s offer last night.
“I’ve got to look my best, but that’s far from happening thanks to my schedule,” I spoke to my reflection and noticed my messy hairdo. Maybe it needed a wee bit of trimming since it had grown, or maybe not. Aariz liked long tresses and so on second thoughts, I decided to let it grow and passed the idea o
