Olivia's POV
I woke to someone gently shaking my shoulder.
"Liv. Olivia. Wake up."
Gabriel's voice filtered through my dreams, pulling me reluctantly toward consciousness.
I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes."
"It's already past nine. Everyone's heading downstairs for breakfast in thirty minutes."
"Everyone can wait."
"Come on." The bed dipped as Gabriel sat beside me. "You need to eat. We barely had anything yesterday."
He was right. Between the flight, the hospital, the emotional chaos - I couldn't remember the last proper meal I'd had.
I forced my eyes open to find Gabriel already dressed in fresh clothes, his hair still damp from a shower.
"How long have you been up?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep.
"An hour. I went down to the gym, took a shower, made some calls." He smiled. "I'm a morning person. You're clearly not." He finished with a laugh.
