RAVAYA
A WHILE AGO,
My ankles were killing me. Damnit, if I'd known that Evander's mother would make me stand and watch her have a 'tea party' with her fellow associates of bored billionaire wives, I would've worn sandals.
"You there. Go fetch me some more velvet cakes," said a woman with red hair and circles so deep, she could as well be a raccoon. Too bad all that money couldn't help her sleep like a baby.
I pointed at myself in disbelief. "Me?"
"Yes, you," she snapped.
I forced out a tight smile, annoyance already brewing in my blood.
"Go now, Ravaya. Don't just stand there," Evander's mother said, and I clenched my fists, storming away.
Why the f**k did she invite me over if she was going to turn me into an errand girl?
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I quickened my pace, only
