Mia Ginger was awakened by the endless ringing of her phone.
She has a slight case of morning grumpiness.
Barefoot, she got out of bed, reached out to messily brush her hair twice before she became somewhat awake, and fished her phone out from the backpack on the floor.
Mom?
Just thinking about it, she knew for sure it was because of Zuri Ginger's words.
Mia was too lazy to pick up.
She put the phone on the table, ignored it, slipped on her slippers, turned on the light, and began sorting out the things she bought in the room one by one.
First clothes and shoes, then books and decorations.
By the time it was past eight o'clock, she finally finished organizing.
There were seven missed calls on the phone, all from Charlotte Chester.
Mia pursed her lips and dialed back. As soon as the call connected, she explained first: "I was just sleeping."
