Ivy's POV
The persistent knocking on my door dragged me from the depths of sleep. I groaned and burrowed deeper into my bed, pulling the comforter over my head to block out the sound. When the knocking resumed, I finally surrendered with an exasperated, "What?"
My father's amused chuckle filtered through the door. "Had a little too much fun last night, didn't you?"
"You know perfectly well I did," I mumbled, flinging my pillow in his direction as he entered the room. He caught it effortlessly and tossed it back onto the bed.
"Time to get moving, sweetheart."
"But I don't want to," I whined, reaching for my phone. The screen glared back at me—5:00 AM. "Dad..." My protest was cut short by his laughter.
"Training starts now, darling." With a quick movement, he yanked the comforter off me. The shock of cold air against my skin made me scream. "If you're not downstairs in five minutes, you're getting a bucket of water over your head."
