(SOLANA’S POV)
Since I came back to Los.Angeles, I am not sure that anything made me as nervous as how I felt when I was standing in front of Aunt Mel’s door. I had gotten a cab to take me all the way to hers while I sobbed about my argument with Larry in the back seat.
When I got there, I wiped my face and adjusted my make up before making way in to the compound and landing at the doorstep. I raised my hand to the door bell but I brought my finger down again as I felt very nervous. I paced about a little and took in a deep breath. Then I decided to myself that whatever Aunt Mel gave me as her reaction, I deserved to take it like that. She had every right to be mad at me.
So, while I held on to that thought, I pressed the doorbell. I listened for a while and I could even hear the sound
