Chapter 9 Fitting And Disaster
- I groaned as I felt Mom’s hand yank me out of my bed.
- “Can’t you get up earlier? You’re almost married and you’re still such a child!” she scolded me, her voice loud and shrill.
- “Mum! Can I sleep a little longer? I’m so sleepy!” I protested, clutching my pillow. I had stayed up late last night, reading a romance novel that I had borrowed from the library.