“Girls wake up, we have to get ready for breakfast,” Mrs. Swanson says, as she opens our curtains. I open one eye at a time, trying to adjust to the sunlight.
“How are you doing, Aria?” Mrs. Swanson asks.
“I'm good, thanks. Sorry for the scene yesterday and if I worried you at all.”
“Honey, I'm sorry that you had to deal with that. That must have been difficult. There's nothing to be sorry about," she assures me. Then she pulls a gift bag from behind her back. "And by thew way, happy Birthday!!” she smiles.
Then she places it on my lap. She's always so sweet! "You really shouldn't have!" I say sincerely.
I open up the bag, and I see a pair of gold gladiator sandals. Flora has the same pair but her feet are bigger than mine. Mrs. Swanson must have heard me complimenting her on the
