Marcie's POV
It was already getting late, and I was still outside waiting for the clothes vendor to arrive, even though he had told me he was on his way.
I would not blame him for the delays; I would rather blame the person who sent me here to punish me for what he knows he is at fault for.
I kept calling the vendor, and he gave me excuses and asked me to be patient.
One thing I hated doing was going home late or being seen hanging around at night; besides, the country is not even too safe at night.
After waiting for almost two hours, he finally arrived. As he saw the deadly look on my face, he started smiling from afar.
All I did at the moment was ask myself who the hell he was smiling with, because I probably knew it was not me.
He came up with a lot of excuses and apologies, bu
