Eliana's POV

“Please tell me that’s not here." Sophia whispered hoarsely and lazily as a knock came through the door.

“It is.” I mumbled, sitting up, half-buried under my blanket on the rug. “It’s my parents.”

"Already?” Juliette blinked sleepily.

I glanced at the clock on the wall — 7:49 a.m.

“They said they’d come early.”

Sophia, who was still lying topless under a throw blanket finally yawned, waking fully up.

“Define early. Because I feel like I just closed ...