Elma's POV:
I had spent the night at Anthony's place after we returned from the club. I woke up early and went to the kitchen. I spent more than ten minutes just looking around.
"What am I doing here?" I scoffed; the kitchen wasn't my domain, but I just wanted to make a meal for the kids and Anthony.
And I wasn't so smart to follow a video on YouTube. "Good morning, ma'am." A maid walked in, and I nodded.
"Do you need any help?"
Oh, I forgot this wasn't my home. I was just a guest. "No."
She nodded and put on her kitchen apron.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"I want to make breakfast."
"Do you think I came here to make my nails? Get out"
She nodded and left the kitchen. I pulled the refrigerator open, and it was packed with groceries.
Then I picked up my phone and dialed Sarah's contact number, and it got connected. "Good morning." Her voice was tiring.
