"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
As we piled into the spacious limousine, excitement filled the air. Our destination? An avenue overflowing with numerous stores, offering endless possibilities for a perfect day of shopping. However, amidst the buzz and anticipation, I couldn't help but notice Christopher's unease. In stark contrast to our enthusiasm, he remained silent, his face etched with tension.Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned in closer to Sandy, my voice barely a whisper. "What's up with Christopher? Why does he seem so nervous?"Sandy, ever perceptive, divulged in a hushed tone. "Our mother practically forced him to come along. I guess he's not too thrilled about it." A mischievous glint sparkled in Sandy's eyes as they chuckled, clearly amused by Christopher's predicament.Amusement gripped me too, and I couldn't help but stifle a snicker. Ah, so that was the reason behind his nerves and disgruntlement. The extra passenger was, undoubtedly, not in Christopher's favor. However, I couldn't let the t
Once inside the burning building, the flames danced mercilessly around me as I heard the piercing cries of a baby coming from above. Desperation fueled my every step as I raced up the stairs, every fiber of my being urging me to reach the child. But as I approached the third floor, the smoke thickened, suffocating me, while the searing heat threatened to consume me entirely.Coughing and gasping for breath, I arrived at the charred remains of the staircase, now collapsed and blocking my path. Panic surged through my veins, as realization hit me that I was trapped, cut off from the source of the baby's cries. My mind raced, searching for a solution, but my options were dwindling like the flames devouring the foundation of the building.Yet, as if the flames themselves sense my despair, the anguished cries of the baby resumed, louder, more desperate than before. With renewed determination, I made a decision that tore at my very being. I would break the promise I made to myself, to no lo
I groggily opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of a stark white room. The air was thick with a strange pungent smell, causing my nose to wrinkle in discomfort. As I attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my head, making my thoughts feel hazy and my vision blur.Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I glanced around the room and noticed the cast encasing my legs and burns scattered across my body. Panic began to bubble within me, urging me to figure out where I was and what had happened. Ignoring the pain resonating from my leg, I mustered the strength to disconnect myself from the tangle of wires and needles, desperate to find some answers.Just as I tried to stand, a door swung open and a woman in a crisp white coat burst into the room. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in my sight, clearly not expecting me to be on my feet. "Wh-what are you doing? How did you regain consciousness so quickly?" she stumbled, her voice filled with concern.Instead of answering her
Sandy burst into my hospital room, calling my name with such excitement that I could feel myself grinning before I even saw her face. She pushed Christopher aside and ran towards me, jumping onto my bed and hugging me tight."I missed you so much, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, using the nickname she had given me. "Sandy, why are you calling me Angie?" I asked curiouslyShe beamed at me, her eyes shining with joy. "I missed you so much, Angie, that I decided to give you a nickname. It feels more personal and It sounds more fitting for my best friend."I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. "It's only been 10 hours, we see each other, Sandy. How could you miss me that much already?"Her laughter filled the room as she embraced me tightly. However, the force of her hug caused me to cry out in pain, my wounds throbbing beneath her touch. She immediately let go and apologized profusely. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, hastily pulling away. "I didn'
Willow, with a wicked smile plastered on her face, interrupted our silent and intimate moment. "Oh look, Mr. Christopher, Miss Daisy your girlfriend is here," she said with a malicious tone. Christopher's attention was instantly diverted, and without even glancing in my direction, he swiftly got up and left.Feeling rejected, my heart sank as I watched him join his girlfriend. Willow, seizing the opportunity to belittle me, rolled her eyes and directed her venomous words towards me, calling me "Little-angel" mockingly. "You never miss the slightest opportunity to extract, do you? Especially when it comes to using that baby rescue as a pathetic excuse to seduce Christopher," she sneered. "Well, I've got my eye on you, and I won't let you get away with it."Her heartless words stung, causing anger and frustration to well up within me. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Willow," I retorted, trying to convey the hurt and helplessness I felt. "That baby needed help, and I did wha
Little-angel POV"I can't wait to make our tree the most beautiful one in the neighborhood!"I suddenly remembered that, I had a pile of laundry to tackle before anything else. Since I was in the hospital I hadn't been able to wash the clothes and Willow surely hadn't help me.I replied, "Sandy, I really want to help you decorate the tree, but I have to finish the laundry first."Sandy nodded understandingly, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Of course, I can wait a bit. Just let me know when you're done," she said, smiling warmly.****As I walked towards the laundry room, I couldn't help but feel annoyed with Willow. She had intentionally pushed me in front of Christopher and Daisy, just to humiliate me. I was fuming with anger and frustration.As I made my way down the hallway, I came across Willow. I should have known better than to engage with her, but I always found myself drawn into her web of cruelty."Hey, watch where you're going!" she sneered as she bumped into me.I t