So much for my grand plan to sleep through the entire day and hibernate like a disgruntled bear.
Kristine, fueled by pure, unadulterated euphoria, completely ignored my soul-crushing exhaustion. She practically yanked me out of bed, buzzing with so much excitement she didn't even need coffee. She had not slept a wink either, but unlike me, she looked like she had just stepped out of a high-fashion magazine shoot.
She glowed without a single drop of foundation, her lush black hair falling in a silky waterfall down to her waist, her striking blue eyes practically sparkling like a woodland fairy on a sugar rush. She glided effortlessly across the annex floor in six-inch stilettos, looking every bit the radiant Alpha heiress destined for greatness.
God really had favourites.
Me? I looked
