****Writer's POV****
Layla jumped down from the car. She hugged her school bag and stared at Pablo.
"Thanks" she said, smiling.
"You're welcome" he said and drove off. She walked into the mansion and started humming a song. She heard noise from the kitchen and stopped walking.
A frown appeared on her face.
"Why is he back this early? Did he plan on making dinner?" She thought.
Slowly, she crept towards the kitchen and saw someone in front of the refrigerator. She adjusted her uniform skirt and cleared her throat. She noticed he wasn't Carlos. This one is shorter than Carlos and his hair is not as good as Carlos.
"Aren't you supposed to guard the gate? What are you doing in here?" She asked.
Manuel heard the voice and turned to stare at the person whose voice sounded that way.
