Aria had no idea when she had finally passed out.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Aria groaned, a dry, raspy sound escaping her throat. She cracked one eye open. The sun was aggressively piercing through a gap in the blackout curtains, acting like a spotlight on her exhausted face.
"Aria Seraphina Vale-Sinclair!" a muffled, furious voice shrieked from the hallway. "Open this door right now or I am calling a SWAT team!"
Aria blinked, her brain buffering at dial-up speeds.
She dragged herself out from under the plush duvet. Wearing nothing but her oversized black t-shirt and cotton panties, she trudged across the thick carpet, her limbs feeling like they were filled with wet cement.
She turned the brass lock and pulled the door open.
Zoe burst into the room like a perfectly contoured hurricane. She was wearing a tailored blazer, holding an iced matcha latte, and vibrating with pure outrage.
