Nikon:
After I was done with the whole day’s work, I finally had some “me time.” Sitting in my armchair and looking outside the window, I poured myself a shot of vodka. I deserve some peace.
But my choice of comfort and peace meant reading or getting information on my enemies. In my hand was a small, vintage-style, red-covered diary. It had slipped out of the bags when the maids were packing them.
I opened the diary and read the first sentence: “Today was a weird day. Uncle Ron made me take an extra shift even after I had returned from transferring blood.”
I sighed as I realized Lavender was talking about giving blood to my fiancé.
I kept reading and realized how hectic her life was—or how she made it to be.
“My mom slapped me today because Normani didn’t like the fact that I looked better than her in the old dress that I bought myself. I didn’t even waste a good money on it. But they were angry that I was spending my money on my comfort, which isn’t true. I don’t do that. They know,
