I woke up to sunlight streaming through the massive windows of my new room. The blackout curtains I had definitely planned to close last night were wide open, and the morning light was doing its best to blind me.
With a groan, I rolled over, dragging a pillow over my head. It didn’t help. No, because apparently this was a mansion. A bright, overly luxurious mansion where the sun apparently had VIP access.
Fine. I was awake.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, toes sinking into the plush rug beneath me, and padded into the bathroom.
I squinted at my reflection, groaning at the sight. Bedhead? Oh, absolutely—a full-on bird's nest situation. Sleep lines etched across my face, looking like a topographical map. Real glamorous, Joanne. Definitely red-carpet ready.
Grabbing my tooth
