Marian pov
The sunlight hit my face, making it hard to focus with the incessant chirping of the birds. What on earth is wrong with them? They kept singing as if I were some kind of Java developer. I hissed and shot up from my bed, my anger bubbling up like molten lava.
“Seriously! Can you all just shut up and get away from my window?” I yelled, striding quickly toward the window, my nightwear billowing behind me.
Just then, I heard a bell ringing downstairs. Someone must be at the door, and I knew Scarlett wouldn’t bother to answer it, sleeping like a log.
As I reached the window, I threw it open, ready to vent my frustration on the noisy birds. Instead, a gentle morning breeze greeted me, carrying the delightful scent of blooming flowers from the garden below. The birds, completely un
