Isabella walked over as she tied her flowing hair into a bun and asked, "So? Better now?"
"Great, you're lovely. Let's go."
Kate's apartment was at Block-11. I hated to go back to this cold and loveless place. It was not home. I almost never referred to it as my home because there was no warmth. It was like a prison, no, a torture chamber that constantly tormented me, one I could not escape from.
I put up with doing all the household chores, but the worst thing was that Rosie always talked about my sickly father ruthlessly painfully piercing my heart.
Along the way, I heard the nosy old hags chattering aloud in disdain. They loved to talk and engage in frivolous gossip, and I was their favorite topic. They would gossip about me living off Kate and Rosie. Now they spread rumors that I w
