The morning light filtered through the wide windows, its rays scattering into brilliant strips of color across the room.
Jessica's phone blared into the quiet, dragging her from a restless slumber.
She stirred, groaning softly, and groped across the nightstand until her fingers found the device. Before she could swipe, the call ended.
She exhaled, long and tired, and collapsed back onto the pillows, one hand cradling her aching forehead. Her eyes were rimmed with redness.
The night had been restless. Several hours of brutal tossing and turning, the weight of too many thoughts pressed her down till the early hours of the morning.
Her head spun as she mentally drew up a schedule for herself.
Visit the hospital.
Check on Lady Matilda.
Take a trip to the Santiago Group.
Take a trip to check the group's quarter review.
Get some designs ready to meet people's orders.
She sighed as the list seemed endless.
