Aria Moretti groaned as a persistent knock roused her from the depths of sleep. She turned her head, burrowing deeper into the plush pillow, but the knocking only grew louder.
“Aria! Get up, for goodness’ sake!”
Her aunt Marie’s unmistakable voice carried through the heavy oak door, and Aria sighed, her brief attempt to ignore it abandoned. “I’m up,” she mumbled, though it was hardly audible.
Clearly, it wasn’t enough, as the door swung open, and Aunt Marie bustled in, her eyes bright with excitement, a far cry from Aria’s half-asleep state.
“Do you have any idea what day it is?” Aunt Marie asked, hands on her hips as she stared down at her niece, who still hadn’t fully untangled herself from the covers.
Aria blinked at her groggily. “Tuesday?”
Aunt Marie huffed, rolling her eyes in
