The Delta’s Secrets

Delia slept through most of the next morning, tired from the events of the previous night. As the clock ticked past 11 am, she remained nestled under the covers, oblivious to the time. However, her peaceful sleep was abruptly interrupted when she heard the door bell ring. She tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but the person on the other side was persistent.

Grumbling in annoyance, Delia stumbled out of bed, her disheveled black hair falling in wild waves around her face. With an exasperated huff, she made her way to the front door.

Swinging it open, she was fully prepared to deliver an earful to the unwelcome visitor, but her annoyance melted away as she laid eyes on Aria standing on the other side, a warm smile gracing her features and holding up a cup of coffee and a bag of croissants.

“Good morning, sunshine!" Aria greeted cheerfully. "You were still in bed? Are you okay? I thought we were spending the day together..."

Del