"Stella's point of view,"
"Did your avaricious uncle finally agree to help you out?" As I walked down the hall, Avery greeted me with a question.
"Are you up at this hour of the night to ask me this question?" While throwing my bag on the couch, I questioned,
"Of course, what did you expect from me—that I would be sound asleep in your room when you got home late at night?" She made fun of me.
"Please, Avery, not now; I am already exhausted, and I have no courage to quarrel with you," I stated while inhaling deeply.
"No, not at all. If you believe that using your sleepiness as an excuse will allow you to avoid answering my questions, you are mistaken. For you, I've already brewed coffee." Said as she nudged the coffee cup across the table towards me.
She has no right to exert such pre
