Little Angel

Chapter:19

Never Before Had I Wanted to
Say So Much,
But Said So Little;
Felt So Much But Stayed
So Silent.
                 -[ D.J ]

Vivian Flammery.
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Can we get away from one murder?

I mean, there had to be some kind of law where you are allowed to murder someone, especially if that someone has blonde hair and a voice as irritating as a banshee.

Yes, a banshee.

I was never the kind of person who made people names. Damn, I don't even curse. I only curse when I am angry, but she had something in her that made me call her at least 40 different names by now. The way she was talking to me was as if she were the queen of the world and the rest of us were the servants.

I was trying not to show my anger because Charlotte and Sofy were also sitting here, and I didn't want to disrespect them and forget my manners by making a scene.

It was 10 at night, and Daisy had already fallen into a deep sleep in her room, and we are all sitting in the living room.

"Where is Gabriel? It's already 10:00, and he didn't come." She asked again in her irritating voice, like for the 100th time by now.

Can't she just shut up? My subconscious growl

And I can't even go to the room because a certain someone has asked—no demands—for me to wait for him to come home.

"Why are you so concerned about him, Val? When he comes, you will wish he didn't." Sofi said, To be honest, I don't think anyone likes her here, even the maids and the other staff, who are not hiding their dislike, so I tell them all to leave earlier than usual because of her rude behavior towards them. I also told Grace to go back to her room because she already looked worn out, and I didn't want her to overwork herself.

So it's just the She-devil, me, Sofy, and Charlotte.

"He will come; you just wait." Valentina said.

"Whatever."

"Mrs. Armstrong, you should also go and sleep; you look tiered." I expressed concern about her health since she was looking tired.

"My child, what did I tell you to call me?" She ask. She wouldn't let me call her anything but Madre or Mother. I hesitate to call her that because what if Gabriel doesn't like me calling her mother my mother?

"Madre, you look tired and should go to sleep." I said this time to put pressure on my voice so she could go and take some rest instant sitting here tiring herself here.

"No, Vivian, I am going to wait with you until Gabriel comes." I nod my head, but I still look at Sofiya for some help.

"Yes, mom, Viv is right. You should go and sleep. You can meet him in the morning. You would be tired of the long flight today." Sofiya tells her she just came from Italy today; her parents live there, and her mother, Sofiya grandmother, was sick, so she was there to visit her and had come here directly when the flight landed in New York.

"I guess you are right. I will see him tomorrow." She said after we both insisted on some more finally. She stood up, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and hugged Sofiya.

"Let me show you the room." I stand up to walk her to the third floor, but she stops me.

"It's okay, Nuora, you wait here for my son. I know my way around here." I wanted to argue, but in the end, I sat back, and she won and walked out of the living room.