Maya's POV
Isabella is a terror, the girl is impossible! I spent the whole night nursing her to good health. It was almost as if I was her maidservant instead of ex-nanny.
Thanks to her, I pulled an all-nighter, tending to her royal highness, and went to bed in the early morning after she successfully slept off without waking up and whining about the itchiness.
Hours later, I groaned and turned to the side when the hot sun filtering through the window hit my face.
Hot sun? Was it afternoon? Just go to bed, Maya.
For sure, I slept off but sometime later felt something tickle my ear. I murmured incomprehensible words and scratched that itchy area, before returning to sleep.
Not long later, the tickling sensation moved to my nose making me swat it away with my hand but the mischievous tickler was persistent until I decided enough was enough.
