“Get your lazy ass up, girl!”
A loud voice cut through Aria’s sleep, jolting her awake with a sharp smack on her back. She shot up, rubbing her eyes, and found Regan standing by her bed, arms crossed and his school bag slung over one shoulder. His glare could’ve melted steel.
“Moon Goddess, what’s going on?” she mumbled, still half-asleep.
“It’s 9 a.m.,” he barked, his tone dripping with frustration. “Owen already left for school, and you’re still sleeping! Do you even know how long Fergus has been waiting outside for you?”
Panic hit Aria like a lightning bolt. “9 a.m.? Holy crap, I’m dead!” She scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping on her blanket as she dashed for the bathroom. She could hear Regan muttering to himself about her legendary inability to wake up on time, but she ignored him, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
A minute later, she dashed back out, dressed only in her bra and panties, rummaging through her closet like a madwoman. “Regan, help! I have no idea what to wear!” she pleaded, her voice muffled as she wrestled with a mess of clothes.
Regan rolled his eyes but didn’t hesitate. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to step in and help. They’d been inseparable since childhood, and standing half-dressed in front of him didn’t faze her in the slightest. He knew her style better than she did, and there was no one she trusted more to get her out of this mess quickly.
He tossed a neatly folded white blouse and a high-waisted black skirt onto the bed. “Here, wear this. Simple and elegant. Just don’t forget to breathe. And for goodness’ sake, hurry up!”