Lauretta’s POV
“Take that food away or else I’ll make a mess and I won’t feel sorry about it.” I sniffed. My mom was seated beside me, holding a tray that contained a plate of pasta.
“Yeah, I know you hate me so much right now, but you need to eat. You’ve not had anything all day because of your excitement for tonight. Eat your food first, then we will think of the way forward.” Rhoda pleaded.
“I don’t deserve to eat anything. The one thing I wanted has been taken away from me. Let me just starve to death since life seems to be against me.” I brought my hands to my face and wiped tears off the corners of my eyes. I had taken off my so-called designer dress and was now in my nightwear. I had taken my makeup off, too. Same with my mom.
“No, my child. You do not deserve to die.”
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