Phoebe's POV
I heard the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, without even opening my eyes, I reached for it and for a second, I slightly opened my eyes to answer it.
" Hello..." I said.
" Phoebe... where are you?" I heard Thomas's voice in the background. It was all I needed to get me out of the sleeping daze I was in.
" I just woke up, I know that I said I'll come for breakfast, but can we do this another time?" I said to him.
" Just woke up? Why are you still sleeping this time? Are you sick?" he asked me with a concerned fatherly tone.
I am not sick, just a bit hungover, but that's not something I can tell him. Ever since I married Ashton, I changed who I was. The Turner's don't know my wild side, I have always maintained a good girl persona around them.
" Yes... "
