The night passes too quickly.

I wake up sprawled across my oversized bed, surrounded by abandoned cucumbers.

I don't even bother clearing them away.

Sunlight streams through the windows, warming my bare chest as I stare up at the ceiling, still too exhausted to get out of bed.

A sharp knock rattles my bedroom door, and I instantly regret having domestic staff.

I turn my head toward the sound, my lips pressed into a thin line.

I just want one peaceful morning, but the knock comes a second time, louder. I stay silent, hoping whoever it is will leave.

But the door pushes open anyway.

Melissa.

Her eyes widen as...