Juliana's pov:

Couldn't control the urge again. I puked inside the shabby and worn-out kitchen, still throwing up, the door was instantly pulled open standing there was an old woman around her forty who coldly snapped her eyes at me with irritation and disgust.

"Hello, good evening…." I muttered shortly with a smiley face while still battling to control myself from puking the whole place.

"I am greeting….." She ignored me as she shifted to the other standpoint.

"Excuse me, ma…. I am greeting," but she still spurned me with her hands and that's when it dawned on me on the rules that I wasn't supposed to talk with my...