Eliza's POV**
As dawn broke, I tossed and turned in my bed, desperately trying to find solace in sleep. But it was futile. My heart raced with thoughts of Cavin and Natalie, and every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that moment. Finally, I rolled over, groaning in frustration.
With a sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. I needed to distract myself. A quick shower might help clear my mind. The water cascaded over my skin, and for a brief moment, it felt like I was washing away the confusion and hurt. But as soon as I stepped out, wrapped myself in a towel, and faced the mirror, I knew I couldn't escape my feelings so easily.
"Get it together, Eliza," I muttered to myself, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. I decided to dress casually—something comfortable yet cute.