Page 161 of Switched

It feels like everything’s finally going right in my life.

I had no idea how trapped I’d felt living as a Beta in the city, working a job that did nothing to make me feel good and the less said about my awful love life the better.

The thought of living as an Omega is a little scary, but it’s already making me so much happier.

I dry off and get changed in the bathroom because Scout is still in my bed.

He’s getting up when I walk into the bedroom, and he smiles at me as I approach.

“Good morning,” he says.

“The best, isn’t it?” I ask, my smile widening.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. “I’ll get washed and dressed in my own room and meet you downstairs for breakfast.”

“What, no workout this morning?” I tease.

“Oh, I think you gave me a good enough workout in bed.”

I wave as he leaves, and then I go straight to my laptop.

I want to call Scarlett and make sure she’s okay as soon as possible, and I’m now also kind of excited to tell her my news. I know she’ll be happy for me, even if these guys aren’t her kind of cool.

It only takes a few minutes to find the information on my desktop where I saved a copy.

I put the number to the resort in my phone and I make the call.

The line rings, and rings, and rings.

It’s early, I guess, but it’s supposed to be a luxury resort.

Usually, those places have excellent customer service.

I google for reviews online when no one picks up.

They’re all stellar. The place is super exclusive, and luxurious, and the staff apparently prioritise the guests over everything.

Well, I guess that’s why they don’t bother to answer their phones.

I send an email instead, asking if someone can get a message to Sapphire Faris for me, asking her to call her sister A.S.A.P.

I get one of those instant replies: we’ve got your email and will reply within a day.

A day. Great.

I’m buzzing with the need to tell someone, and I don’t have anyone to tell.

Well, besides my parents, I guess, and I’d rather not have them visit before I’ve had a chance to spend more time with my mates on my own, so they’ll have to wait, too.

“Scarlett, you’d better be having the time of your life out there.”

I close the laptop down and leave the room, putting the phone in my back pocket.

It’s kind of a pain in the ass that I have Scarlett’s phone right now, and she has mine.

I can’t check my emails on her phone. All my passwords are saved on my phone and the laptop.

I’ll just have to remember and check later for a response.

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