"The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today. ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt.
AVA TROCELLI P.O.V
I must have been more exhausted than I thought because the next morning I didn't get up until an insistent knocking roused me from my sleep.
It was almost ten and sunlight already filled the giant room.
Trying to understand why I was sleeping this late. I rubbed my eyes and yawned stretching my sour limbs.
I wasn't expecting anyone. Maids usually won't come up to wake me up.
Grabbing my tangled mess of hair into a loose bun I made my way to the door.
Slowly cracking the door open in case it was some buglar, I took a peek and found none other than the pain in my ass.
"Hello, Ava."
Narrowing my eyes, I widened, opening the door and scowled at him who looked fresh
