**Georgia’s POV

“Georgia.” Ethan’s voice echoed through my dream of the butterfly garden pulling me from my sleep. “Hey, sleepy head. I need you to get up.”

“It’s not nice to wake a young lady up from her beauty sleep…” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, yawning.

“Alright, my precious eight-year-old young lady. Get up now, for me.”

I felt Ethan rubbing my head, and I protested, “Hey! Don’t ruin my braids!”

As my eyes fluttered open, ...