“Isn't dinner ready yet, godmother? I'm starving. why is it taking so long?”
The little girl was kneading her sleepy eyes to clear off the sleep as she walked toward the kitchen.
Upon hearing the sweet-sounding voice, Erica quickly turned around and she saw the little girl standing with her hands kneading against her eyes bitterly.
Then she walked up to the little girl, and squatted in front of her.“It's not my fault that your mom has decided to cook as fast as a snail today. you'll have to wait for a while longer before you can have dinner, I'm sorry”.
Erica said sarcastically in an attempt to tease the little girl, but the little girl was in no mood to fall for her pranks so she walked back to the living room, and sat on a chair.
Bethany just glared at Erica and shook her resignedly
