The next day, Zara didn’t go to work.
She was still exhausted from the previous night’s gala.
She tossed and turned in bed before finally opening her eyes. When she glanced at the clock, she froze.
It was already noon.
“Why did I sleep like this?” she muttered to herself. “Mother is going to call me lazy.”
She quickly got out of bed, freshened up, and slowly made her way downstairs.
“Hey, Mum,” Zara greeted softly as she entered the living room.
Mrs. Ashford was sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping a cup of hot tea while enjoying the cool weather.
“There you are, my daughter,” she said warmly. “I bet you were tired after last night.”
Zara nodded as she sat beside her.
“I overslept,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize it would reach this time.”
Mrs. Ashford chuckled softly.
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