Chapter Eighty-One
Alicia's POV
I was woken up by a sharp knock on my door. The morning light was barely filtering through the curtains. Too early for anyone to need me.
"Miss Alicia?" A maid's voice called through the door. "Mrs. Layla needs to see you downstairs."
I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. What could Layla possibly want at this hour?
"Miss Alicia?"
"I'm coming," I called back, my voice muffled.
I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on my robe. Didn't bother with makeup or doing anything with my hair. If Layla wanted me this early, she could deal with me looking like I'd just woken up.
Because I had.
I made my way downstairs, still half asleep. Found Layla in the sitting room looking far too energetic for whatever ungodly hour this was.
"Alicia! Finally. I was beginning to think you'd sleep all day."
I glanced at the clock. Seven AM. "What do you need?"
