"Mia," I groaned, carefully lifting her leg off my face and shifting her tiny body into a more dignified sleeping position. "You sleep like you've been wrestling bears in your dreams."
The knock came again, more insistent this time.
She murmured something incoherent before snuggling deeper into the remaining pillow. I smiled despite the chaos and tiptoed toward the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was barely dawn, and the last thing I needed was Mia waking up early, especially after last night's dramatics.
Yawning, I wobbled to the door, muttering about how people should respect the sanctity of early morning sleep.
The knocking on the front door intensified, jolting me from my thoughts.
"Alright, alright!" I whispered under my breath, rushing to get it before the sound woke Mia.
Adjusting my nightdress to look halfway decent, I opened it just a crack—and froze. Standing in front of me were five men dressed as if they'd stepped straight out of a mob movie.
