Angelica’s POV:
My nose itches, I want to pick it.
But I can’t. That would be ill-mannered.
I continue sitting there, my non-cooperative nose keeps itching, eyes glued on the pure white carpet, avoiding the deadly glare from the 5′2 blonde female across the room.
I never thought I would have the luxury to be in a private jet with mom’s divorce, but here I am, sitting inside one - that is a lot bigger and more expensive-looking than the one I was in when I was younger.
Lily sits there, legs and arms cross as she shakes her head with a disapproving look.
***
Unlocking the door, Lily rushed towards me, analyzing my body. “Where were you? I was so worried!” she screamed, shaking me frantically.
I whack her hands off, “A man proposed to me.”
Her arms swayed on the side of her body, and
