Chapter 138. My Family

Sarah’s POV

The first light of dawn woke me from a fitful sleep.

My body craved more rest, but the moment I remembered Elena’s damaged wedding dress waiting for my attention, I forced myself upright.

Not wanting to disturb Aria, who was still curled up beneath the covers beside me, I slipped from the bed as quietly as possible.

Her peaceful breathing continued undisturbed as I tiptoed to our small kitchenette to prepare breakfast.

By the time Aria stumbled out of her room, rubbing sleep from her eyes, I had arranged a modest feast on our little table—scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and freshly squeezed orange juice.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I said, my heart warming at the sight of her tousled hair