Aria was startled awake by the sound of voices. The chatter just outside her door was loud and animated, followed by the clatter of heels on hardwood. She groaned, blinking blearily at the morning light spilling in through the gaps in her curtains.
The door handle jingled.
“No, no, no,” she muttered, pulling the covers over her head.
The door opened, and Aunt Marie swept into the room like a general leading her troops. Her dark hair was styled impeccably, her sharp eyes taking in the room with a single glance. Behind her followed two equally formidable women, her two best friends: Aunt Simone, who was a renowned stylist with a knack for critique that could cut glass, and Auntie Gabriella, who was a sharp-tongued editor from a top fashion magazine who could make or break careers with a s
