THIRTY
Oh God. Make it stop.
But the bright sunlight lanced her scrunched-shut eyelids as some pesky miner hammered incessantly at the inside of Gaia's head. A high-pitched chime stabbed through her eardrums and into her brain.
"Go to hell," she groaned, rolling out of bed. Ow, that only made her head hurt worse.
She staggered to the bathroom for her robe before she dragged her aching body to the door. Who could it possibly be at this ungodly hour?
"Room service," the recorded voice informed her, before the irritating chime sounded again.
She swiped open the door. "I ordered breakfast for ten."
"Yes, ma'am. Romantic breakfast for two at 10 am, as requested. Shall I set the table for you?"
Breakfast for two. Gaia couldn't remember arranging a breakfast meeting. Wait. Romantic? Was
