Belle’s POV

A soft knock on my door pulled me from the depths of sleep. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. I wasn’t ready to face the day yet, but the persistent knocking forced me to my feet.

Yawning, I made my way to the door, my mind still foggy with sleep. I opened it to find Bennie, my brother, standing there with a concerned expression on his face.

“Good ...