The next morning, Aveline woke up before her alarm.
She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the cracked ceiling above her. The room was still dim, and the soft sound of rain tapping against their old window filled the silence.
For a few seconds, she didn't move.
She simply lay there, hoping that maybe yesterday had been a bad dream.
Unfortunately, reality came back quickly.
The expensive cream-colored outfit.The angry woman.
The cleaning billThe job she still didn't have.And the electricity bill sitting on the small table beside her mother's chair.
Aveline let out a long sigh and finally sat up. Her hair was a complete mess, and her eyes were heavy from another restless night.
She looked down at her old slippers.One of them had a small c***k near the side.
"Please," she whispered
