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My alarm came bright and early, along with the sun and sound of seagulls. As much as I wanted to turn around and go back to sleep, I knew I had to get up and get ready. At least there was good food at brunch. I dragged myself out of bed and went to my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and damn did I look rough. Sheesh, I thought to myself, and I didn't even drink last night. After finishing up and dabbing my face dry with a soft towel, I found myself struggling to decide on an outfit. I went back and fourth on many different shirts before deciding on a plain pink tank top and plain jeans. I paired them with some sneakers and did my makeup and hair before making my way downstairs. My mom was sitting on the couch reading a book while my brother slowly came upstairs from the basement.
      "Rough night?" I asked while smiling, followed by a middle finger from the frowning boy. 
       "No fighting today. Best behavior, please!" My mom shouted from the living room. I plopped myself onto the kitchen counter and quickly sent Sarah a text that I would be on my way in a few minutes.
       "I'll try, but no promises." I sang, while looking at Carter who was rummaging through the cupboard for some advil. He swallowed the pills and followed them with a protein shake. Delicious right? I hopped off the counter and made my way towards the front door.
       "I'm gonna go get Sarah! I'll meet you guys at the club!" I yelled from the other side of the house. With a simple "okay" from my mom, I existed my house and made my way across the front yard. I could see the Cameron's gardener working on Rose's favorite flowers on the side of their house, giving him a simple wave before knocking on the front door and letting myself in. I was immediately welcomed by Rose who was making her way down their spiral stairs. 
       "Oh my god Olivia! How are you! You've grown so much!" She exclaimed as she walked over to hug me. I never minded Rose, sure she was your average trophy wife, she was like 35 or something, but she wasn't really the motherly type. I remember when Ward married her, Sarah calling her an "evil stepmother" and telling her father she hated her.
    "I'm good! Is Sarah up yet? I'm supposed her help her get ready for breakfast." I answered as she hugged me. She smelled like Chanel and roses but also coffee and hairspray.
    "I'm not sure, her room is right where it was before so I'll let you get to it. I'll see you at brunch sweetie!" The blonde woman replied as she made her way to the kitchen. I climbed the steps to the second floor, b-lining for Sarah's room. When I was about halfway down the hall, the door to my right swung open and revealed a very shirtless Rafe with a towel wrapped around his waist. Steam rolled out of the bathroom, making it very apparent that he had just gotten out of the shower. His toned abdomen and prominent V-line was on full display as he stopped to look at me.
    "What?" Was all he said before I gathered myself and continued down the hall before turning left and opening Sarah's door. She was asleep in her bed as I slid off my sneakers and climbed in beside her.
    "Hello princess! It's time to get ready for mimosas and omelettes!" I sang as I rocked her back an fourth. I was met with a pillow to the head and a groan.
    "I don't wanna get up, so just lay there in silence." Sarah mumbled from her sleep. She cuddled further into her blankets and pulled me in with her.
    "Fine. I'll give you 5 more minutes, and I'll pick you outfit." I agreed, getting up and making my way to her closet. If you thought I had clothes, then you should take a look inside Sarah's closet. It was like I was in an Urban Outfitters and a LoveShackFancy all in one. Perfect for me because we were mostly the same size. I rummaged through mounds of clothes before deciding on a white romper and a pair of converse for her. I laid them out of her bed and wait a few more minutes. When it was time, I grabbed the blonde girl's arm and forcibly dragged her out of the bed. The crash to the ground woke her just how I had planned to, causing her to glare at me.