I tossed to the side of my bed again, groaning as my phone's alarm squealed relentlessly in my ears. With half a mind, I reached for it, fumbling until I managed to shut it off.
Blissful silence. I sighed, sinking back into my pillow, only for the phone to start ringing again.
Did I snooze it?
I cracked one eye open, squinting at the screen. Brett.
Why the heck was my stylist calling me this early in the morning?
I yawned, already annoyed.
She was the reason I came home knackered yesterday. A week ago, if someone had told me a simple fitting session could take an entire day, I would've laughed in their face. But it did. It really did.
From outfit to outfit, dress to dress, I had lost track of how many things I tried on for different occasions—luncheons, charity events, formal dinners, casual outings, and even "just because" outfits. The last thing I remembered was crashing into bed without even seeing Aiden.
