|NEXT MORNING|
•BRIANNA•
The annoying sound of my alarm clock pierced my sleep, jolting me back to reality just as I was getting the best of my rest since I spent last night plotting devious ways to use the powder on Mr. Adrian.
With a groan, I sat up and stretched, letting out a loud yawn. The first ray of sunlight made its way past the curtain, illuminating the room.
I climbed out of bed, slammed the alarm off, and blocked out the thought of crawling back onto my bed to enjoy more sleep, knowing full well that Mr. Adrian has a thing for punctuality, and I can’t afford to be in his bad graces this morning—especially when I have something daring to do. Besides, I can’t afford to lose my job.
After taking a cold shower, I picked one of the dresses Cherry bought for me—a knee-length black and white polka dot dress. I wore wedge pumps to go with it, applied a little makeup, packed my hair in a bun, and then headed out, grabbing my bag along the way.
When I got downstairs, the delicious aroma of pasta welcomed me. Mom must be performing her magic in the kitchen. I dropped my bag on the couch and went to the kitchen. I found Mom putting food on plates.
“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted, pecking her on the cheek.