LUCIANO'S POV

I couldn't help but notice the strange things that Tiffany was doing. How she had a smile on her face right from her bed and how she did everything swiftly.

It was unlike her because the Tiffany I know would always grumble out of bed especially if her alarm was so loud.

Sometimes I wondered why she put the alarm if she didn't want it waking her up on time.

I brushed the thought of my bed and tried to focus on my surrounding. I was seated in the third row behind and had my hands on the desk.

I wasn't doing anything other than thinking if the...