The next day, I was in the midst of my housekeeping duties when James the butler approached me, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and hesitation. "Little-angel, could you please do me a favor and climb the ladder to clean that painting on the wall?" he asked.I hesitated for a moment, feeling a hint of apprehension flutter in my stomach. "Um, sure, James. I'll give it a shot," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I grabbed a ladder and gingerly climbed up, clutching tightly onto my small bucket filled with soapy water and a sponge.As I made my way up, fear coursed through my veins. One wrong move, and I could come crashing down, making an even bigger mess than before. I let out a small groan, caught between my determination to do a good job and my uneasiness with the height. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat.It was Christopher, striding down the hall toward me with his usual air of authority. I couldn't help but feel a mix
Willow's eyes immediately landed on the mud-covered dress of Mrs. Miller, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Little-Angel, why is Mrs. Miller's dress covered in mud?" she asked, her voice laced with concern."I... I didn't mean to," I stammered, my voice trembling. "It was an accident. I'm so sorry!"Willow's expression grew more incredulous. "You expect me to believe this was an accident?" she snapped, her tone cutting through me."It really was! I swear!" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.A mischievous smile danced on Willow's lips as she bent down and began to sweet-talk Coco, the fluffy white dog who had become attached to the soiled dress. "Come on, Coco, let go," she cooed, trying to coax the dog away.But Coco resisted, holding onto the dress with unwavering loyalty. Panic surged through me; Coco's determination only added to my worry. "Please, Willow," I begged, my voice filled with desperation. "Don't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything."Willow's eyes narrow
Sandy leaned in closer, as if about to divulge a juicy secret. "But just between us, I can't stand her."My heart sank, as if someone had snatched the breath out of my lungs. I struggled to conceal my confusion, not wanting Sandy to know how Christopher's happiness with Daisy was crushing my own dreams.Sandy, sensing my inner turmoil, reached out and patted my hand sympathetically. "I know it's tough, but trust me, I have my reasons to dislike Daisy. She's never been nice to me."An idea suddenly sparked in my mind, causing a sly grin to spread across my face. "Well, Sandy, if you do it, I'll also play my part of pranks on her," I confessed, hoping to blend into Sandy's mischievous world.Her eyes widened in surprise, followed by an impish giggle that filled the air. "Oh, you little troublemaker! I like you even more now!" we both laughed, momentarily forgetting our worries.As the conversation steered towards Christopher, I couldn't help but reminisce about our first encounter. I de
As I stepped into the bathroom, contemplating the absurd idea of washing my hair in the toilet, my eyes caught sight of Sandy in the corridor. Curiosity sparked within her as she approached, her gaze fixed on my disheveled locks."Sandy!" I exclaimed, feigning nonchalance as she closed in. "Fancy meeting you here."A knowing smile formed on her face as she inquired, "So, Daisy is the culprit behind this catastrophe, hm?"I hesitated, trying to formulate a lie, but Sandy saw right through my feeble attempt. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she assured me, "Don't worry, my friend. Revenge is in order."My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she vowed to take matters into her own hands. Despondent, I resigned myself to the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, I made my way back to the bathroom to salvage what little remained of my dignity.Upon my return in the living room, I discreetly positioned myself behind a nearby curtain, hoping to observe Sandy's impending retaliation. As I eaves
Frantically, we rushed to the door, pounding on it with all our might, desperate for someone to come to our rescue. But the minutes felt like hours as our cries for help went unanswered"Oh no! What happened? What do we do now?" I cried out, frantically looking around for any possible way out.Sandy, trembling with fear, rushed towards the door and began knocking. "Help! Is anyone out there? Please open the door!"But there was no response, and our pleas for help echoed through the garage. The weight of the situation began to weigh heavily upon us, causing Sandy to sink to the floor, tears streaming down her face."I can't believe this is happening! My parents are going to be so mad, especially Christopher," Sandy sobbed, her voice strained with anxiety.Trying to hide my own fear, I knelt down beside Sandy, embracing her tightly, hoping to bring some comfort. In those tense moments, the silence was broken by the sound of the door. "It's going to be okay, Sandy. We'll find a way out o
little-angel POV As I woke up and peeked outside, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the snow-covered scenery. Winter had arrived in all its glory. Sandy, my energetic little one, burst out of the house dressed warmly, accompanied by her playful pup, Coco. "Wow, look at all this snow! It's like a winter wonderland! Christmas is just around the corner!" Sandy exclaimed with excitement in her voice.Confused about her reference to Christmas, I shrugged it off and joined Sandy and Coco outside. Just as I stepped out, I noticed Christopher, rushing out of the gardener's hut and grabbing a shovel."Christopher, what are you doing?" Sandy asked curiously.He looked up, slightly frustrated, and motioned towards his car. "I left my precious car out, and now it's covered in snow! I regret not parking it in the garage."I couldn't help but chuckle at his distressed expression.When Christopher turned and saw me, he called out with an arrogant tone, "Hey, come over here and help me!"Wi
"Little-angel, I know you have a weakness for Chris," Sandy said, her mischievous grin growing wider.Startled, I quickly replied, "What? No way! You're totally mistaken, Sandy."Sandy let out a laugh, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, come on, Little-angel. I can see it written all over your face. Your denial doesn't fool me."My heart raced, fearing that Sandy's intuition would expose me. "Sandy, you're wrong. I don't feel that way about Christopher. It's just a silly assumption."Sandy's laughter intensified, her eyes twinkling playfully. "Oh, Little-angel, your attitude betrays you! You can't hide your feelings from me. It's written all over your actions."Feeling a sense of discomfort, I frowned. "Seriously, Sandy, this isn't funny. I don't appreciate you making jokes about my personal life."Sandy's laughter finally subsided, her expression turning apologetic. "I'm sorry, Little-angel. I didn't mean to upset you. I was only teasing. I promise, I won't bring it up again."Takin
"Your question was completely absurd. How could someone not know about Christmas? Or Santa Claus? Or the Advent Calendar? It is mind-boggling. I mean, Christmas iss everywhere – in movies, in songs, in advertisements. How could you not have come across any of it?"Feeling embarrassed, I responded, "I'm sorry, I really don't know. Can you please tell me?"Sandy looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Are you serious? You've never heard of Christmas or Santa Claus or anything?"I fidgeted with my hands nervously, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Well, I mean, I've heard people talking about them, but I never really knew what they were talking about, you know?"Sandy didn't seem convinced. I could see the disbelief written all over her face. It was like she felt I was hiding something. I had to make her trust me somehow. "I promise, Sandy. I'm not lying. One day, I'll explain why there are so many things I don't know."She fell silent for a few moments, her brow