Angelica’s POV:
I stomped my foot, “Not changing!”
He turned around and gave me a sly smirk before leaving.
I release a deep breath and grab my tray. Blame it on my pride, but I’m not marrying a stranger for money. After the third step, I head back towards the table and grab the paper and card.
I’ll burn it later.
Heading home, everyone was asleep. I flopped on the couch, unable to drag my leg any farther.
A loud alarm woke me up, and I realized I have two free hours before I have to return to work. A blanket was hung over me as well as a note:
Hey Ann,
Took the boys to school.
Eat this before work.
Love,
Us all.
Glancing over, a plate of waffles was beside me as well as whip cream, syrup, and fruits. I pulled the coffee table, too lazy to sit up. Spray the cream, drizzle the s
