five minutes more
Morana Hayes
You're so cruel!
Calypso
Now go to sleep miss morana!
Morana was deep in a peaceful slumber, wrapped in her soft blankets, completely oblivious to the persistent ringing of her alarm clock. It blared loudly, but she just rolled over, snuggling deeper into her pillow, not caring one bit that she had promised to wake up early to make breakfast for Harrison family
Just as the alarm rang for the fifth time, a shimmering light filled her room, and Calypso, appeared at her bedside.
Calypso
(switch off the alarm) Oh this girl, I can't even go to meetings leaving her behind
Calypso
If I didn't come on time then she would be still sleeping
She gently shook morana awake
Calypso
Morana, It's time to rise (Said in soft voice yet insistent)
Morana Hayes
Five more minutes
Calypso
Oh girl, you have been reborn with a purpose, and today, you must fulfill it by making breakfast
Morana Hayes
I know I have been reborn with a purpose, but in a millionaire's body not in a maid's body
Morana Hayes
That the purpose for I have been reborn is making breakfast
Calypso
Morana Hayes daughter of Christopher Hayes are you going to get up or not
Morana groaned, pulling the blankets over her head.
Morana Hayes
Do I have to? I just want to sleep a little longer
She protested, wishing she could drift back into her dreams. But Calypso’s gaze was unwavering.
With a reluctant sigh, morana sat up, realizing that resisting the goddess was futile. “Fine, I’ll make breakfast,” she grumbled, and a spark of proud flickered within Calypso that she is finally able to wake her up.
As morana swung her legs over the side of the bed, Calypso smiled, knowing that even the smallest acts can hold great significance.
But who are we talking about, our sleeping beauty again falls on the bed while hugging the blanket
Morana Hayes
I don't want to make breakfast why are you forcing me, it's not like you are going to eat😤
Calypso
[I never thought I would be able to see lord like this]
Morana Hayes
Are you even listening?
Calypso
[but still this cold and old mafia behaving like a child is so hard to take care of]
Morana Hayes
hey Calypso, you dead? (poking her)
Morana Hayes
oh you are back. Hey can we postpone the breakfast, I promise I will make the dinner
Calypso
FUCKING GET OUT MISS MORANA!
Morana Hayes
Gods don't curse
Morana Hayes
(already disappear)
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