ARIA’S POV The loud crash from outside my door woke me from a deep sleep, making my heart leap into my throat.I groaned, blinking against the early morning light filtering through the curtains.“Isn’t it too early to piss people off?” I muttered under my breath.Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled toward the door, eyes still heavy with sleep. I barely turned the handle when it swung open, and two women rushed in like they owned the place.“Thank goodness you opened before we knocked,” one of them said quickly, dropping several shopping bags onto the bed, my bed. “These bags are killing my arms.”I froze, confusion written all over my face.“What is going on here?” I demanded. “Who are you, and why are you in my room?”They exchanged a glance before the second woman stepped forward, forcing a polite smile.“We’re sorry for waking you so early, ma’am. But we’re working on orders.”“Orders?” I repeated, my brows furrowing. “From who?”“Mr. Weston,” she replied. “He asked us to get
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