Chapter 90
ANGELA'S POV
I had never understood why birthdays made people behave as though the world had stopped turning.
To me, it was another day.
Another year added to my age.
Another reminder that time didn't wait for anyone.
But Benedicta disagreed.
She had been talking about my birthday for days.
By seven in the morning, she was already standing in my kitchen, staring at me as though I had personally offended her.
“You're not wearing that.”
I looked down at my clothes.
A simple pair of trousers and a loose shirt.
I looked back at her.
“Why?”
“Because it's your birthday.”
“It isn't yet.”
“Exactly. Which means I still have time to fix you.”
I poured myself some coffee.
“I don't need fixing.”
Benedicta followed me to the counter.
“You need celebration.”
“I can celebr
