Aimee’s POV
I felt someone stroking my hair. Unconsciously, a smile flashes on my face. I roll over and squeeze myself into the body beside me.
“Good morning,” my mom whispers as she cuddles me.
As I open my sleepy eyes, the white ceiling and bright room welcome me. I lift my chin and my smiling mother sitting beside me gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. “Morning, mom,” I say in a sleepy tone.
“Sorry if I crash into your room. We delayed the breakfast at 7 since Kim said you’re still asleep when she got here.”
My brows furrow. I search for my wall clock hanging on the left side wall of my room. My eyes widen when the shorthand is pointed at 9. “Oh, sh*t!” I curse to myself.
“Darling…” my mom scolded. I’m already 24 yet she still treats me like a teenager. Before, I am annoyed b
