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Little-angel POV.

As I prepared his tea, Avery, with a mischievous smile, looked at me as if to say, "Do you see now why Willow hates you?"

I shrugged and pretended nonchalance, quickly looking away from her. Memories of Sandy's ridiculous prank flooded my mind, and I cursed myself for getting involved. But it was hard to refuse anything to Sandy, who was like a ball of angelic energy.

Once I had finished preparing the tea, I cautiously made my way towards Christopher's room, my mind still occupied by Sandy's mischievous prank. As I stood outside his door, my hand poised to knock, Christopher's voice unexpectedly resonated from within.

"You can come in," he called out.

Startled by his preemptive invitation, I hesitantly pushed open the door and stepped inside. The sight that greeted me caused my astonishment to deepen further - Christopher was sprawled on the sofa, clad in a modest t-shirt and casual pajama pants.

"Ah, there you are," he greeted me, a weary smile playing on his lip