Daphne's POV
My right eye opened lazily, and there was Mia, arms folded, staring down at me like she’d been rehearsing a lecture for hours.
I groaned and rolled to the other side, only for my left eye to meet Tasha’s unblinking gaze.
Perfect. Both of them. Like two ghosts haunting my morning.
“What in the world…” I muttered, pulling the blanket over my head.
“Don’t even think about hiding,” Tasha said, snatching it away in one smooth motion. “We’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes, waiting for you to wake up.”
“Thirty?” I yawned. “You two have no jobs?”
Mia raised a brow. “We have concern, Daphne. That’s what we have. You came home at dawn, looking like you’d been dragged through every emotional stage in existence, then passed out without saying a word. So yes, we’re staring.”
