Ava’s POV
The weekend was supposed to feel peaceful. A slow morning, soft sheets, no alarms, no rushing anywhere, but that quiet never really lasted in this house.
I knew the triplets too well by now. They wouldn’t let me hide upstairs for long. So even though my body wanted to stay wrapped under the covers, my head kept telling me it was only a matter of minutes before they came barging in.
I pushed the blanket off with a sigh, stretching my legs out across the bed before forcing myself to sit up. My room felt a little too cold without the blanket, but the smell of something cooking downstairs had already found its way through my nose, making my stomach grumble.
Slipping into my slippers, I dragged myself to the mirror and ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix the messy strands,
