I stepped into Diane’s room while she was still curled up in her oversized pyjamas, her dark curls tucked inside the hood of her pyjama.
“Time to wake up, sleepyhead,” I whispered, running my fingers through her hair.
“Five more minutes…” she groaned like a grumpy kitten.
I scooped her up immediately, carrying her to the bathroom. The scent of strawberry foam and vanilla bath pearls filled the air as I lowered her into the oversized bathtub. Rubber ducks floated around her, joined by tiny dolphins and the gentle mist of lavender air freshener.
“Spa day again?” she teased, her sleepy eyes lighting up.
“Every day is spa day for a little queen,” I replied, moving the soft sponge and gently washing behind her ears.
“Can we hurry up? I’ve got school. Can we skip washing my feet? What coul
