The next day arrived swiftly, the morning sun casting golden rays across Victoria's face. A deep frown formed on her brows as she stirred awake, her expression quickly twisting into one of irritation. She could feel a heavy weight pressing down on her stomach.
It was Mirabel, sprawled out in the worst sleeping posture imaginable. One of her legs was draped over Victoria's stomach, pinning her in place, while her head had somehow slipped off the pillow and now dangled downward off the bed. A small line of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth.
"What an ungodly posture for a lady," Victoria muttered to herself with a scoff, her voice thick with sleep and disapproval. Without the slightest concern for where it would land, she pushed Mirabel's leg away and sat up, brushing imaginary dust off her silk nightwear.
She swung her feet onto the floor and stood, stretching briefly before making her way toward the bathroom to begin her morning routine. As she stepped inside...
"Meow~"
