GRANDMA CELIA'S POV
Letting out a low growl, I reached for the alarm clock and slammed my fist on it to stop it's ringing. I couldn't count how many times I had told my maids to get the blasted clock away from my room but they never listened.
It was hard for me to see the point in having an alarm clock at my age but it was something my husband had seen as a necessity. “You always need to get up early in the morning, Celia. It shapes your entire day.” his words were etched in my head.
Pushing the words aside, I stretched out my hand and pulled the rope that was connected to the bell in my room. A few seconds later, a knock sounded on the door and three maids walked in. With a quick glance to the frame on the bedstand—that had a picture of my mate and myself—I stood up to start my day.
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