Ziandra's POV.
“Here is the money. Here is the list. As soon as you finish buying the items, come back home, don't go anywhere. Have I made myself clear?”
My mother's face is stern as she dishes out the instructions. We are both standing in the living room.
“Ziandra, have I made myself clear? You go to the market and come straight home.”
I nod in affirmation. “Yes, mother.”
“Good.” She thrusts forward to me a basket, the list, and the money.
I take them and head for the door. I step outside and I'm greeted by the rays of the midday sun.
Taking a deep breath, I hit the streets of Azalea and headed for the market.
The road to the market is muddy. I lift my gown with my free hand as I continue inside the crowded space.
As expected, the marketplace is very noisy with sounds of mugs hi
