Episode 9

Angela's POV

Chilling and seeing Barbie series on Netflix in the living room, a chilled bottle of freshly made fruit nectar which I made some couple of hours before I left for my training, is resting nonchalantly on the table, coupled with a bowl of wafers and cookies I prepared some two to three days back, lying helplessly in a bowl.

I take a bite from a piece of my cookie, relishing the milky taste as I take my time to chew, gently, and a soft knock comes on the door. I love eating snacks, but my step mom never allows me to. She knows I can make them pretty well, and she always likes asking me to make 'a whole lot for the house', that's her statement, but I'll end up tasting not even a bit from any of the different designs I'll end up making. But since I've been here at Lillo's house, everything has been going excellently. Thank goodness her dad travelled and isn't going to be back any time soon.

I return the glass of my juice back to the table, as I stand up to take the door. A g