Share

A voice

ALINA'S POV —

"Hey Allie, a little help here?" Vanessa called out from the kitchen.

I chuckled, fiddling with the remote control of the plasma TV in the sitting room.

Vanessa was the only one who ever called me that. I had been convinced that there was absolutely no way to shorten my name, but Vanessa always had other ideas.

Niguez sat on the edge of the sofa, watching me in anticipation.

"We're your guests, Vanessa," I yelled back, with no intention of coming over.

The last time we stayed together, she was absolutely helpless when it came to anything food-related, and though she had turned out to be a business guru, some things still remained the same.

A voice at the back of my head told me that I might as well go over and help her a little, especially if I didn't want to feast on burnt sardines and toasted bread for dinner.

There was some shuffling from the kitchen, and Vanessa showed up, with a spoon in her hand and her apron soiled with something that looked like flour.

"Th
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status