Mia
“Good morning, miss.”
A small voice echoed throughout my silent room, followed by a ray of sunlight shining on my closed eyelids. I open my eyes and blink several times to adjust to the brightness before looking at the window to see my vintage curtain is already drawn.
“Nisa, what time is it?” I ask as I sit up and rub my eyes.
“It’s 8 am. Would you like to eat your breakfast downstairs, or do you prefer it in the garden?”
“In the garden.” I cover my mouth as I yawn, finding the sleepiness hasn’t completely gone away. “But why are you coming in at this hour? I usually get up at 9 on Sunday. You know that.”
“I do, Miss. But Madam wants you to wake up earlier today so we can get you ready for tonight’s occasion. She also says you shouldn’t sleep too much to avoid puffy eyes.”
“Rig
