42. Tiffany

Grayson mumbled unintelligible words as he slept. He had a frown etched on his face as he turned severally on the bed.

"Wake up, breakfast is ready." A hand moved skillfully over his arms before tapping him gently.

Opening his eyes, the blinding rays of the sun from the parted curtains made him tightly shut them back. His head was aching him and the frown on his face deepened.

He never loved penetration of light into his room. He always appreciated the darkness of his room and would rather put the lights on than let make use of the natural light from the sun.

Yara would never open his curtains. They didn't even share a room so what was happening?

He opened an eye and peeked at the figure sitting few inches from where he was lying at the other edge of the bed.

"Tiffany?" His both eyes flew open as they bulged out like they'd be out of its sockets anytime soon.

He could spot a grin on her face as she adjusted her robe and wriggled her brows at him.

"You drank so much last night. So I