Chapter Eleven

Joan's POV

A knock on the door and I was back to panic mode. I almost forgot about the pastries in the oven and that made me so scared , I could throw up!

Now there's a knock on the door, Ms Anna barely has any visitors.

"Who is it?"I asked quietly, thinking of ways to get out of this situation if it got worse.

"It's me Racheal "

A sigh of relief washed over me, thank goodness!

I pulled the door open, wondering where Ms Anna had gone so early in the morning.

"The festival is happening in an h0ur! What are you doing?!" Racheal walks into the house, uninvited

"Good afternoon to you too" I muttered, shitting the door behind her.

"What are you going to wear? Your shoes? You need to get ready!"

"Why is this an emergency? What's so big a deal about this gathering anyway?" I asked, feeling drained from the panic of making sure the pastries turned out right.

Asides that, the thought of parties was draining. I wasn't the type to party and getting ready for one was exhausting