Chapter 10: First Step

"Ugh…"

A strong, irritating sensation came flashing in Lianna's eyes, damping her sensitive eyelids with a familiar warmth. With eyes still half-open, the wooden ceiling greeted her blurry sight.

Feeling the soft surface of the white, linen sheets, she lazily pulls herself upward in a sitting position, wearing turquoise-colored pajamas. Her right palm raised to block the peeking sunlight from the white curtains. Hearing a soft cluttering noise beyond the door, she gets up with groggy steps, eventually finding herself in the kitchen.

“Oh, you're up? Perfect timing. I made omelets! Have a seat.” Lacey Mitchell greets her with a smile, with two plates at hand. She silently pulls a chair and drops herself, with arms crossed above the wooden table.

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