The morning came with the melody of birds and the happy rays of sunshine through the window. Laurel was an early riser, so waking up to the rising sun was a daily routine anyway.
She had changed into an inconsistent routine in Crimson Pack these days, where her morning could start at 5 a.m. sometimes and other days it would be at 8 a.m.
Today, Laurel didn't dally on the bed and got ready for the day quickly. She spent a lot of time in the walk-in closet with a towel rolled around her body.
With wet hair loose on her bag and a large towel covering her body, she moved around the closet, touching each piece of clothing. She couldn't decide what to wear.
Scarlett was a pro at such things. If she were here, Laurel wouldn't have to worry about looking like a doll dressed by a three-year-
