Chapter 41 Try Not To Get Caught

• Roxy’s POV
• I sprawled out on Rosie’s bed, my legs stretching as far as they could reach, and my elbows digging into the soft duvet, excitement shooting from every pore on my skin. I was dying to tell her all about the car moment with Aaron and my passport but there she was flitting around her room, tossing clothes left and right like she was on some sort of mission.
• “Woah, Rosaline Bennett, classic Tom boy in a dress, Where’s the fire?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.