Annabelle’s I-ill-have-good-day-even-if-it-kills-me mood spurred her on to make an instant decision.

Cathy deserved a carefree day, and Annabelle was determined to give it to her.

And to herself.

She deserved to have a day where she didn’t have to worry about all the bullshits around her.

“If I just want a day where all I do is breathe, I damn well deserve it”

So, she started with something she had been craving.

A tangy lemonade.

“Because I feel like it,” she muttered to herself like anyone was judging.

She leaned against the kitchen counter, stirring a pitcher of lemonade, her long chestnut waves tied back into a loose braid.

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