Chapter Forty-Five

I pulled up his name in my messages and froze. I had no idea what to say.

There was a knock on my door that made me look up. It wasn't Mr. Irson's gentle three beat knock.

Freddie?

My heart sped up, fueled by hope.

Maybe there was a chance I didn't need to send this message.

“Come in,” I called, throwing off the blankets.

The door opened.

But it wasn't Freddie.

It was Sophie and the Duke.

“What are you wearing?” Sophie asked, looking completely shocked.

I stood in the center of my bedroom, and looked down at my pajamas and bare feet. Everything was covered. She'd picked these pajamas out for me. They were long pants and long-sleeved dark satin and covered everything appropriately. I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn the tiny cotton shorts and tank top I often did.

Sophie made an exasperated sigh and stalked over to the bathroom. She handed me a white cotton robe. “Please cover up. Try to be appropriate.”

I slid the robe over my shoulders.

“Honestly, I know we went over this,” Sophie con