POV: Naomi
Sunday mornings were usually one of my favorite days. The mansion always felt quieter.
Calmer.
Like everybody collectively agreed to slow down for one day.
Since it was Sunday, I decided to let Sophie sleep in.
There was no school.
No early breakfast.
No rushing around.
Just rest.
The clock on my bedside table showed 7:30 a.m. when I got out of bed and fixed my hair into a loose ponytail.
A small smile touched my lips.
Tristan was probably already awake.
Actually...
Knowing him, he was probably already working.
The man seemed allergic to rest.
I stopped by my mirror and smiled at my reflection.
My red roots were beginning to show again. Maybe this time I might just grow it out.
With one last look , I stepped out of my room and headed down the hallway toward his
