Sofia groaned, blinking against the early morning light that leaked through the curtains. Her head throbbed slightly, she rolled over, her hair splayed across the pillow like a messy halo, and tried to summon the energy to face the day. Not that she had much of a choice.
When she finally pushed herself upright, the smell of coffee or was it burnt toast? wafted from the living room. Her grogginess didn’t improve when she saw Jasmine already on her phone, pacing, gesturing wildly, and arguing in a way that immediately set Sofia’s teeth on edge.
“…I told you, I don’t care what you think, I’m not paying for that! Do you hear me?!” Jasmine’s voice cracked, angry and incredulous, her free hand slamming against the kitchen counter.
Sofia rolled her eyes, pulling the blanket tighter around her
