Lisa's pov
The warmth of the sun barely touched my face before I felt Calla’s hand shaking me gently.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," she said in her usual sing-song tone.
I groaned and rolled over, hugging the blanket tighter. "What time is it?"
"Time to stop sleeping and start living," she chirped. I peeked one eye open, only to see her standing by the edge of my bed holding a folded stack of clothes.
She looked far too excited for someone awake this early.
"Calla, if this is another 'bond with the maids' activity, I swear I might faint on purpose," I mumbled.
She laughed. "You’ll like this one, I promise. Now up!"
I finally sat up, stretching my limbs like an old cat. "Alright, alright. I’m up. What’s with the clothes?"
"No questions. Just dress up. I picked this out myself." She
