Waking up, my muscles felt sore. Last night had been too much to handle. All the guests had left around 1 or 2 in the morning, and we barely managed to get 4 to 5 hours of sleep.
Turning aside, I noticed Noah was already gone. How much work he has to take care of. Just thinking about this made me feel bad for him. "You don't have much time today, Lyla. Get ready. It's going to be one hard day," I grumbled. Dragging myself out of bed, I got ready.
Today, I had an important task—visiting the location for my MV shoot with the production team of our company. If possible, we also planned to shoot some posters for the song. In short, a long day ahead.
Walking downstairs, I saw everyone gathered for breakfast. But I had no time to join in. Grandpa tried to urge me to sit and eat, but I waved it off. "I'll eat on my way," I said quickly before leaving so they couldn't stop me.
