She woke up early, but she wasn’t the first to rise. That was never the case. Paige showered, dressed, and walked down the stairs to make herself a fresh cup of coffee. Admittedly, Paige still was getting used to this whole sharing your personal space with other people thing ––––– even if they were her sisters. Entering the space of the kitchen, reality aligned itself and clicked into place. She paused, but then she reminded herself this was her home too, so she went in there and waited for her turn at the coffee pot.
Paige had that kind of face that smiled briskly and easily even as her voice soured. Witchy responsibilities aside, she did have a life of her own. ❝ Ugh, can't. I gotta go to that evil place where they keep my paycheck. ❞ She avoided catching Prue’s sharp eyes as she continued, ❝ After that I promised Glen I would make up for booting him out of the house the last time he came to visit. ❞ Prue hadn’t allowed him over after all.
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