After dinner, I was in the room and she entered with Jacey with a stern face.
“Hey. I forgot to ask, why did you scold Jacey? That frame was so beautiful. Here, I got the hammer and nail, we will hang it there.” Her strict tone came out, slamming the hammer and nail on my hand while pointing at the wall.
I raised an eyebrow, “You want me to do it? What makes you think ‘I’ would do this kind of work?”
“Of course, you will.” She smirked, folding her arms at her chest.
“You don’t have to, Dariel.” Jacey smiled nervously, at least she knew her brother.
“He will. He should appreciate this. At least.” Saafia mocked and not wanting to make her think wrongly I sighed.
“Whatever. Where?” I scoffed.
“There. Right there.” She smiled as we hung her frame there.
“See. Jacey, it looks so beaut
