Elena’s POV
The morning arrived too soon.
I barely felt like I had slept at all.
My body was leaden with exhaustion, my limbs refusing to move, my eyelids so heavy that even lifting them felt like an impossible task. My muscles ached from last night’s work—the long hours on my feet, the constant running around, the weight of the trays that had left my arms sore. Every inch of me hurt.
I wanted to sink deeper into the mattress, let the comfort of the plush sheets swallow me whole, and disappear into sleep.
But I couldn’t.
Because the moment I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, my stomach twisted.
7:55 AM.
Adrian’s rule was clear—breakfast at 8 AM sharp. No exceptions.
I groaned, burying my face into the pillow.
A part of me wanted to defy him, to close my eyes and sleep until
