I’m awakened by the sound of my mom moving around my room, in my closet and messing with my makeup. “Morning! I tried to let you sleep in but you’ve got to get up. Your father and Peter have requested you in the Alpha office after breakfast. How did you sleep?”
“Mom, It’s too early for this.” I tell her, turning to see my clock says 8 AM, so it’s very much not that early. “I didn’t sleep very well. I was so restless and kept waking up.”
“I expected as much. Go hop in the shower. Keep your finger and your hair dry.” she demands, and I groan, but roll out of bed.
I try my best to keep my hair and finger dry in the shower, but my hair got a little damp in a few places. After drying off, I walk into my bedroom to see my mother immaculately dressed and waiting expectantly for me a
