"You, Bella Rena Martin, are incredibly talented. And I’m not talking about ballet and dancing”
Ah, Sunday. Beautiful, blissful Sunday. I lay in bed, eyes closed, a small smile on my face. I could lie here for hours, just me and my pretty room and the sunbeam that is shining directly on my face, warming it. My blankets are perfectly tangled and I’m just drowsy enough to fall back asleep… A knock and then my door opens. So much for my plans of uninterrupted laziness. Ma pokes her head in.
“Bells? You up?”
What does a girl have to do to get some sleep around here?
“Yeah, yeah,” I say grumpily. “I’m up. Bokers.”
“Good morning, honey. Daddy’s bringing something in, okay?” Ma’s eyes are twinkling with suppressed excitement.
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