Iris
I woke up to the soft sound of musical instruments filling the room, accompanied by the quiet footsteps of maids carrying what seemed like a mountain of gifts.
My mood was already foul thanks to my period, which had arrived that morning, leaving me irritable and in no mood for any kind of celebration. I groaned, rolled my eyes, and waved my hand at the musicians.
“Please, stop. I have a headache.”
The moment the words left my mouth, I saw the disappointment on their faces. Guilt crept in, and I quickly softened my tone. “I really do appreciate it, but I need some silence right now.”
They nodded and filed out of the room quietly. Justin’s little puppy, or whatever I should call her, walked in. She was always trailing behind him, glaring daggers at me. She reminded me of Adonis's
