The loud knocking at the door jolted Beauty awake at the crack of dawn.
She crawled out from under the covers, her hair a tangled mess, and let out an enormous yawn as she shuffled toward the door with half-lidded eyes.
"Who is it?"
Before she could even finish her sentence, her gaze landed on the man leaning casually against the doorframe.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black ankle-length trousers, he propped himself up with one hand, his lips curling into an amused smirk as he watched her.
Beauty's heart skipped a beat.
She swallowed hard.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered, forcing a scoff.
"Striking a pose like you're in a magazine shoot or something?"
She shot him a frosty glare before rubbing her eyes and yawning again, already plotting her return to the warm embrace of her bed.
Thanks to *that* mess, she hadn't slept properly in days.
