Little-angel POV"I can't wait to make our tree the most beautiful one in the neighborhood!"I suddenly remembered that, I had a pile of laundry to tackle before anything else. Since I was in the hospital I hadn't been able to wash the clothes and Willow surely hadn't help me.I replied, "Sandy, I really want to help you decorate the tree, but I have to finish the laundry first."Sandy nodded understandingly, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Of course, I can wait a bit. Just let me know when you're done," she said, smiling warmly.****As I walked towards the laundry room, I couldn't help but feel annoyed with Willow. She had intentionally pushed me in front of Christopher and Daisy, just to humiliate me. I was fuming with anger and frustration.As I made my way down the hallway, I came across Willow. I should have known better than to engage with her, but I always found myself drawn into her web of cruelty."Hey, watch where you're going!" she sneered as she bumped into me.I t

My mind went blank as I felt his lips move against mine. It was a soft and tender kiss, yet at the same time, it was filled with so much passion and longing. I felt my legs go weak, like cotton, and I couldn't believe what was happening.As Christopher pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a knowing smile. He knew exactly how he had affected me, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He spoke softly, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty, "Why did you run away when you saw me?" He asked, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face."Was it because of that Christmas tree incident?"A deep shade of embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I covered my face, unable to make eye contact. Nervously, I nodded, murmuring, "Yes, I was embarrassed... and confused."A warm smile tugged at Christopher's lips, his eyes twinkling with affection.He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.Sum

I found myself seeking consolation in the reassuring presence of my close friend Sandy when I was dejected, broken, and disappointed. I needed her understanding and wisdom. My tear-stained face caught Sandy's eye as I walked into her room. She ran over and tightly embraced me, her expression showing concern.I struggled to say "Sandy," sobbing uncontrollably, unable to express the depth of my feelings. As I cried on, my pain seeming too much to bear, her sincere concern grew. I cried quietly because I couldn't think of the right words to use and it seemed to make my misery sound worse.Sandy softly held me as she led me to sit on her comfortable bed, her speech laced with compassion as she did her best to lessen my suffering. "Angie, what's wrong? Why do you feel such pain?" With anxiety in her eyes, she enquired.I was so overwhelmed that I had trouble speaking clearly as uncontrollable tears fell down my face. I felt even more helpless because it was difficult for me to respond cohe

Fear gripped me as I stood outside Mr. Oliver's door, my heart racing with anticipation of what awaited me on the other side. Taking a deep breath, I summoned the courage to knock on the door, my trembling hand barely making contact with the wood.To my surprise, Mr. Oliver's cold voice invited me in, and I cautiously entered the room. There he sat, hunched over a laptop, his icy gaze fixed on the screen. The table stood in stark contrast, empty save for a vacant space where I placed his desired cup of coffee. As I nervously began pouring the liquid from the jug, my hands betrayed my anxiety, causing droplets to splash onto the porcelain.His eyes, like piercing emeralds, bore into my soul, and I could practically feel his disdain emanating from him. "I know you're not what you pretend to be," he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. "I despise people like you, trying to put on a façade. It's pathetic." His words hit me like a slap to the face, and my anxiety intensified.As I lowere

Oliver's intense gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. My heart pounded in my chest, almost deafening in its rhythm. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, fearful of what Oliver might do or say next."I hope you understand the gravity of the situation," he stated sternly, emphasizing each word. "We take security very seriously in this house."I nervously replied, "I assure you, Mr. Oliver, I have never done anything to compromise the safety of this household."Just as I finished speaking, Christopher, interfered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Oliver, give her a break. I've known her for a while now, and she's just a housekeeper. Not worth your time or attention."Oliver's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing as they met Christopher's. The hall filled with tension, and it seemed as if the air had thickened.Coldly, Oliver responded to Christopher, "I appreciate your concern, but this is a matter I will handle myself."Christopher's smirk gr