Hope POV
It's morning again; as I woke up, the house was filled with fresh air.
But, the stress and pain shut everything in my body.
I didn't want to get up from the bed, but the knock on the door pushed me to answer.
"Madame, are you ok?" Angela said.
With stomping feet, I walked towards the door. The room was big enough to fit ten people at a time.
The White bed and aquamarine blue curtains complemented each other very well.
I looked around as I saw the couch of the same color, located near a big fish tank.
I heard the knock again; it bought me out from the observing sight of the room.
"Yes, coming," I answered,
As I kept my feet down, I felt the smooth sensation of a fluffy rug under my feet.
I patted my feet on that rug; it felt good.
I opened the door and saw Angela bought
