GILDA'S POV
I was so confused; a lot of pressure was on me to hurry to make Angel's food. My hands were already shaking. My legs were shaking as well.
I think I am going to make a mistake. The seeds that were given to me by the maid were placed on one of the plates there, and I was going to add them to the food.
I began to prepare this food with so much fear. I was scared of failing, of not being good enough, and they were going to kick me out of the house.
The maid would stand close to me and feel irritated at what was coming.
I paid no attention to her as I cooked. I added the seeds that were given to me and also other things that were on that roaster.
" I'm done," I said to the head maid.
" You have to get Angel downstairs so she can have her food," she responded.
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