GILDA'S POV
I got up, ready to continue with my job as if nothing had happened the day before. I headed into the kitchen to grab Angel's food.
"I hope you return the gown you wore last night. Do you know how ugly you looked?" Jane stood next to me.
I stayed silent, took the food from the cook, and stepped out of the kitchen. She followed, still chattering away.
Not a word slipped from my lips. I entered Angel's room and found her sitting on the bed, as if she had been waiting for me.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
She smiled.
She reached for her writing pad and answered.
"There’s something else you want to say, I can tell," I said.
She nodded. She wrote about how happy she was last night for defending myself and her father.
"I needed to do that. Ethan always comes after me
