Another girl, a year or two older with a mop of curly black hair on her head, came out of a room.
“Hey Whitney, meet Angela,” introduced Steffi.
“Hi, Whitney,” Angela greeted her with a smile.
“Hi! Do you like our apartment?” Whitney asked, hopefully.
“Yes, I love it. Show me the rooms,” asked Angela and they went to the three rooms to check out. Angela liked the room that she would occupy.
“Did you get permission to move in?” asked Steffi, expectantly.
“No, I couldn’t ask. My family was so happy to have me back,” Angela sighed.
“Why do you need permission? You’re eighteen, aren’t you?” asked a puzzled Whitney.
“She’s very close to her family and her brothers are very possessive of her,” explained Steffi.
“Oh, I don’t give a s**t about my family and same with them. I’m gla
