suffering

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Little-angel POV.

At that precise moment, there was a knock on the door, and I quickly jumped from the bed, eager to see who it was. James stood at the entrance, his face stern and disapproving. "What are you doing here?" he scolded me. "Avery is almost done, and you're still in bed!"

I tried to explain, "I have a small headache, James. I was just resting to recover."

He shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "That's not the point. Mr. Christopher is receiving a guest, and he insisted that you be available for service. I highly doubt he will understand your headache excuse." He said then turned and leave.

Feeling a mix of frustration and exhaustion, I let out an exasperated sigh. Sandy squeezed my hand in support as I made the decision to leave her alone in my room and join Avery in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I couldn't help but wonder who this famous guest of Christopher's could be. The curiosity gnawed at me.

Entering the kitchen, I found Avery busy with her tasks. She l