Angelica's POV:
Least to say, I'm not welcome by anyone downstairs. So, I decided to stay upstairs despite the constant hunger.
I'm used to it.
Probably from being fed up with the people downstairs.
A knock on the door caught my attention, and I look up. Rolling out of bed, my eyes met with Gabriella. She's in her usual tight clothes that shower every inch of her fantastic body with love. Sometimes, I think I’m slowly transitioning into a bisexual woman.
She smiles, “May I enter?”
I take a step back to make room for her. “Okay,” I said, and she steps in. My luggage is wide open inside the closet, and I couldn’t be happier that I closed the door earlier. I don’t want her to witness my avalanche of bras and underwear.
Glancing downward, I held the sigh of distressed, reali
