Diane’s P.O.V. After sauntering inside my bedroom, I languidly placed my bag and books on my study table. I felt exhausted when I didn’t even do something tiring. Still wearing my uniform, I sat on the center of my bed while hugging my knees out of despair. I just couldn’t help myself but overthink again. There was something different, and I just couldn’t explain it. My eyes wandered around my room until I fixed my stares on the dream catcher Liam gave me. It was freely hanged on my window. Then, I sighed. I was thinking pointlessly. I was lost and confused. After a few minutes, I became jittery and worried, making me gaze at nowhere while biting my nails unstoppably. Why is it that some of the events in my dreams are actually coming to life? What is happening to me? Why does it feel like sometimes, every single thing in my nightmares already happ

Diane’s P.O.V. “Congrats to us, sissy! Oh my God, I didn’t expect that our graduation day could be this tearful. I’m so happy, yet at the same time, morose…” Karen congratulated me. She couldn’t help but look up to keep the tears rolling from her eyes. Her false eyelashes were even flickering while she was blinking back her tears. “Oh my God! It doesn’t suit the hell out of you, Karen. So eww! Stop being dramatic, or do you want me to pull out your fake eyelashes?” Lorenz barked. He was not seated beside us, but now, he was even squeezing himself to us. In fairness, his eyeliner, liquid foundation, and lipstick were even thicker than Karen and I’s makeup. I was beyond astonished when Liam sent a glam team to our house earlier this morning, but I could not argue with him anymore. I just told the hair and makeup artists

Diane’s P.O.V. After our late lunch, Liam toured us in his magnificent and elegant hotel. It even reached up to the thirtieth-floor level. Denise couldn’t stop herself but run in the hallways while ogling about everything she could see. From the spectacular ceiling drapes and chandeliers, down to the brick-designed walls, Greek-style staircases, and red carpets, every single thing was truly amazing. The staff and crews were also showing great and authentic hospitality. Perhaps, because we were accompanied by Liam himself, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I could see some pairs of eyes glued in our direction, but I didn’t let them steal the show. We went to the scenic part of the hotel—the rooftop infinity pool where we could see a panoramic view of the famous Quego del Mar sea. Alongside the pool were a mini-bar and long deckchairs. It was a romantic, charming, and enchanting

Diane’s P.O.V. Two months after graduation, I took the CPA board exam and thanked God that I passed it with just one take. I would no longer spend time for another review in that case. Another good news was David also passed the Coach University College Admission Test for his upcoming college. He even topped it at ninety-eight, beating the previous record of ninety-one percent. Liam guided him, and my brother eventually decided to take Civil Engineering at Coach University. I was too proud of him that I couldn’t hide it. While treasuring every moment, I was filled with joyful energy, and my happiness was far beyond what I could take. “Well, these calls for a double celebration! Perhaps, this weekend? What do you think?” Liam suggested when we gathered in the living room. He would pick me up here in our house so we could go to work together. Liam indeed fulfill

Diane’s P.O.V. “Hey, will you please relax? Of course, how can I forget you? You, witch! You looked like going gaga over my transformation, duh! Has anyone had an accident who still looked as beautiful as this?” Lorenz rolled his eyes and asked me using his girly voice. Then, he cleared his throat while still looking at me. “Hmm, I mean… has anyone had an accident, who still looked as handsome as me?” Lorenz easily transitioned his voice into a manly tone, and it was the first time I heard of it. He even gave me a wink before drawing a sultry smile on his lips. If I hadn’t known that Lorenz was gay, my underwear could have fallen straight to my feet with how he responded to me. He looked so manly, attractive, and striking. Now, I couldn’t blame those women who arched their eyebrows at me the moment I called him sissy. But despite every