3 months later.
One sunny day in N City, the big street was jam-packed with people who were busy catching for work.
On a busy street, Arabella was rushing not to be late for her appointment when her phone rang.
“Hello?” She answered in a hurry.
“Where are you? The wedding was about to start, but the bride was still not fully made. You are sickening me! Hurry up!” The manager of the cosmetic company where she was employed, roared at her angrily.
“I am very sorry, sir. I am on my way. The traffic was just too bad.” She explained. Of course, she didn’t want to be late. It’s just that she needed to visit her dad first in the hospital and send her mom’s meal. She was always juggling her role as a daughter and her work every day.
“I don’t care! Just get your a*s here immediately or you are
