Angela’s POV
Two days passed without meaning.
I ate, slept, sometimes talked with Lana. She was pleasant enough, for someone paid to watch over her boss’s kept woman.
But today, I was bored.
Something inside me wanted to move.
I walked into the kitchen.
It was spotless. Immaculate.
Naturally, no one actually used it. Aaron’s staff cooked in the back property, so this main kitchen was nothing more than a display.
I opened the fridge.
It looked like a high-end grocery catalog—beef, chicken breast, fresh vegetables, artisan cheeses. Fully stocked.
I pulled out a few things. Pasta. Chicken breast. Cherry tomatoes. Cream. Garlic.
My hands moved on their own. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to feel useful, even if only for myself.
Soft footsteps approached. Lana appeared from the livi
