NEXT MORNING
April felt a gentle shake on her shoulder, but exhaustion weighed heavily on her, and she struggled to open her eyes. She groaned softly, burying her face deeper into the pillow, clinging to the last vestiges of sleep.
"April," Aiden's voice came, soft yet firm. "Wake up. We're really late for our appointment with the agent."
Her eyes shot open at his words, and she bolted upright in bed, blinking the sleep away. "Oh no, what time is it?" she exclaimed, panic settling in. She quickly glanced around, disoriented by the unfamiliar room before she remembered they were at Katya's house.
Aiden, already fully dressed in a smart casual outfit, leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile. "It's past nine. I've been trying to wake you up for the last ten minutes."
