Angel Vinci Souza

I went to the bathroom for a morning wash, straightened my hair after applying some essential oils and slipped into a beautiful satin curvy gown with a beaded oval shape to the side. I made my way to the dinner table and found her there already seated marking attendance. The fake smile oozing off her almost made me spat in disgust.

The cunning demon didn’t make it to my room last night as intended and when she saw me she looked me in the face and vomited her rehearsed lies saying she felt better after speaking to her mom with a fake apology on wasting goodwills. Thinking...