ALEXIA'S POV
"Tomorrow, you won't be going to campus," Aiden said casually over dinner.
For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. "Wait… what?"
He didn't even glance up from his plate. "I said, you're not going to campus tomorrow."
No school? No waking up early?
Praise GOD!
Was Christmas coming early this year? Did the heavens finally hear my cries? Sleep—oh, beautiful sleep! Mummy missed you!
A goofy smile spread across my face before I could stop it. I had to fight the urge to throw my hands up in victory and start doing a full-on happy dance right there at the dinner table. No classes, no lectures, no pretending to care about economics at ungodly hours of the morning.
Maybe this marriage thing wasn't so bad after all.
And then—of course—the jerk had to pop my bubble.
