NOVARIA'S POV
After spending a few minutes scrolling aimlessly through my phone, I finally pushed the covers aside and got out of bed.
The first thing I did was make the bed. Living with the Muskegons had somehow rubbed off on me; leaving a room messy now felt almost criminal.
Once that was done, I changed into a comfortable outfit–a cream-colored oversized sweater paired with black leggings. It wasn't anything fancy, but it looked nice enough. After tying my hair into a messy bun, I headed downstairs.
The weather outside looked colder than usual.
Gray clouds stretched across the sky, swallowing most of the sunlight and casting a dull shadow over the mansion grounds. It looked like rain was coming.
Still, none of that could ruin my mood.
I walked into the kitchen and immediately rea
