Victoria's POV
I did say I was not a morning person, right?
So when my alarm blared like a banshee, my first instinct was to throw it.
It bounced off the wall and hit the floor... but the stupid thing kept ringing.
I groaned, burying my face into the pillow.
Then, I remembered.
I wasn't here for fun.
I wasn't here to play student.
I was here to find out what the hell happened to my twin.
That thought was enough.
With a deep breath, I sat up and forced myself through my morning routine.
And yes, that included subjecting my poor boobs to another round of torture.
Wrapping them up tightly.
Folding my hair up.
Securing the head wrap.
Pulling on the itchy, annoying boy wig.
By the time I was done, I looked in the mirror.
Yep.
A cute boy.
Just as I finished adjusting my cloth
