"Thanks, Maria," I said, heading up the marble staircase two steps at a time.
Madison's bedroom door was cracked open, and I could see her buried under approximately six different silk pillows, her dark hair spread across the bed like she was posing for some expensive lingerie commercial.
Even in sleep, she looked like she should be on a magazine cover.
Sleeping Beauty had nothing on this girl. She is the most beautiful thing ever!
"Madison," I called softly, pushing the door open.
"Go away," she mumbled into her pillow with the authority of someone who'd never been told no in her life. "It's Saturday. Weekends are for sleeping until noon."
"It's 11:15," I pointed out, sitting on the edge of her massive bed.
"Exactly. Still fifteen minutes of legitimate sleeping time left."