Angela made a soft noise, then groaned and stretched her arms, her eyes still cocooned in slumber. As she slowly opened her eyelids, the first sight to greet her was a cascade of vibrant red fabric draped elegantly across a lap. Blinking in confusion, she lifted her gaze to the owner of the exquisite garment, only to find a green leather-covered book obscuring the person's face. Yet, as if sensing her movement, the figure shifted and removed the book from her face. It was Benita.
"Oh? You're awake! My little baby, did you sleep well?" Benita's voice was warm and teasing, like sunlight filtering through a lace curtain.
Angela blinked again, grappling with reality. Was she truly seeing Benita, or was this merely a figment of her imagination conjured after the bombshell news Zayden had dropped? That's right—Zayden. She had been with him, but how had she suddenly found herself in Benita's abode?
