In the morning,
Ava's sleep was disturbed by her phone's loud ringtone. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She tried opening one of her eyes to see who had called her.
It was Debra's call.
She closed her eyes and pressed her phone to her ear.
"Debra," she let out in a sleepy voice.
"Where are you, babe?"
Ava's brows furrowed. "Where am I? In my house, in my bedroom, in my bed," she mumbled in a sleepy tone.
"What! Babe, today is the final match. It's close to 10 am. The match will start soon. How can you be on your bed at this time?"
Ava's eyes flung open, and she sat up on her bed.
"Oh! s**t!"
"Exactly!"
"Do I have some time to take a shower and get ready?" Ava asked, turning her head left and right.
“You have thirty minutes. Come on, hurry up!”
"Okay,
