Dahlia’s POV
The shrill chime of my alarm pulled me from sleep far too soon. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow, wishing for just a few more hours of rest. But I couldn’t complain—not when two adorable little babies were waiting for me. I truly had the best job in the world.
I’d given myself plenty of time to get ready, so I took my time stretching out my stiff muscles, raking my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair as I yawned. My mind was still sluggish, reluctant to wake fully, but as my senses sharpened, I caught the faintest trace of a scent I didn’t recognize. It was subtle but distinct—the warm sweetness of vanilla mingled with the crisp freshness of pine. Strange. Maybe Dad had switched colognes.
Shrugging off the odd thought, I decided, for once, to make my bed befo
