Isabelle
“What is this Diego? Nicca?! What’s the meaning of this?” I ask them still clueless of what’s happening. I walked towards them with my arms across my chest. A sign that I am eager to know something.
“Have you two met before?” I asked again. This time I decided to stay calm. I’m trying to understand the situation.
Nicca is still on Diego’s arms. She now looks alarmed and a bit scared. Why? Because she already experienced it first hand when she’s keeping of something from me or otherwise lied to me, I get mad at her. Well, this one, I didn’t consider this as lying but she still kept it from me.
Last time, I got mad at her is for keeping those chocolates from her closet and she’s eating it at night or whenever I’m not around.
I limit her from eating sweets because she’s somewha
