Chapter 1820

Donna's face was etched with worry the moment she saw Naomi. Lately, Naomi had been running on fumes, especially after yesterday's marathon of a day, starting before the sun even peeked over the horizon. Last night, she had hit the hay late again, and it was clear she had not bounced back yet. Donna could see the exhaustion written all over Naomi, and it tugged at her heartstrings. "It was past two in the morning," Naomi admitted, not bothering to sugarcoat her weariness. She knew Donna was about to chime in with advice, but Naomi cut in, "Belle and Dylan had a bit of a spat last night." Donna's expression changed the moment she heard Naomi say it was past 2 a.m., and she immediately opened her mouth to speak. "A spat?" Donna's brow furrowed, piecing together the reason for her daughter's late return. "Yeah, Dylan crashed at the hotel, and Belle bunked with me instead," Naomi explained. Donna nodded, understanding. "Young love, they bicker. It's what they do. Go freshen up, an