Chapter 87 Eighty seven

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

I sighed in exasperation, turning on my side to glare at the source of my irritation. The familiar tune of my ringtone, which was blaring through the speakers of the mobile device, caused another surge of vexation to swell in my chest. Deciding that I'd had enough of the disruption, I pulled my phone off of the bedside drawer where it was placed, and angrily silenced the call before placing the device on airplane mode to prevent any further disturbance of my peace.

I then dropped the phone back on to the drawer and turned to the other side of the bed, closing my eyes and hoping that by doing so, I would finally return back to sleep. Unfortunately, I could do no such thing as the disturbance came in another form- in the form of a gentle rap of knuckles on my door. I let out a frustrated sigh, and rolled onto my back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a gentle plea to those who lived high up on the heavens. I was desperate for my sleep, and these disruptions kept