Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 3

 

(Anj’s POV)

 

“You should have taken medicine, Angela,” Sister Grace said, her index finger holding my chin as if balancing my face. As of my count, she sighed three times already just from studying my face.

 

Dylan and I had to hurry to take the blankets from the clothesline outside because the cluster of clouds covered the perfect blue sky, hiding the sun and promising a thunderstorm. We reached the porch just in time for clouds to shower their tears on the ground, but before I could hide from Sister Grace, she had already opened the door and seen us.

 

“I’m fine,” I whispered, glancing at Dylan, suppressing a smile on his pressed lips. My eyes narrowed as I watched him continue our work. “Does my hideous face bother you, Sister?” I asked, showing a playful smile at her.

 

She scoffed at me, placing her hand on my hair, brushing off the strands on my puffy face to the side, and putting on my blue peacock hair clip.

 

“Yes and no. Yes, I am bothered, but you’re not hideous,” she said as she placed her hands on my shoulders. The door opened, and Mrs. Antonetta, the culprit, gasped as she saw me.

 

“Who is this ugly girl, Sister Grace?” The eighty-year-old nursing home resident asked, tilting her head from side to side as she tried to recognize me.

 

Dylan could not help himself roaring with laughter upon hearing Mrs. Antonetta. He shook his head, glancing at me again, winking, and mouthing, ‘Don’t believe her. You’re still beautiful.” I felt the heat on my cheeks, blushing as he gazed at me.

 

“Good morning, Mrs. Antonetta!” I greeted her as I helped her step onto the porch, and it was also my opportunity to pretend not to mind Dylan.

 

“Oh… but you sounded like Angela,” she said, still looking at my face as she sat on the wooden bench.

 

“Because I am Angela,” I answered, walking toward Dylan and punching him in his arm. “I hate you,” I said, frowning at him before taking the book in my bag, but he only laughed at me.

 

“What happened to you? You can’t go to a party like that,” she said, adjusting her eyeglasses as I handed her the book she reads daily.

 

Sister Grace only looked at me, not saying anything.  I know that face, a look that she is still undecided whether to allow me to go or not. With my face now, I would rather not go and sulk in my room later.

 

won’t go,” I twitched my lips as I went back to Dylan’s side, helping him fold the

 

said and heaved a sigh. “You know that this is not a children’s party, right? People coming to this place are the same age

 

I corrected, hoping I

 

she chuckled. “Let this poor girl

 

“I have to work at the convenience store later tonight,” he answered,

 

your age, I would go to every party and enjoy my life,” she smiled at me, leaning her head toward me to whisper. “And make out

 

my head, she gasped

 

that university? Just study? Are there no gorgeous guys in that place?” Although

 

university with Anya and me, she’s only twelve,” Dylan chuckled, tousling my hair. I hissed at him, hating him whenever he did it to me. “Not only she’s young, but every guy is intimidated by her intelligence,” he explained as he leaned on

 

toward me. “You have to hurry to guard this young

 

smile when I saw Sister Grace rolling her eyes at

 

 

the age of eighteen,” My legal guardian cut

 

be like Sister Grace. All she did

 

reminded her, picking up the blankets Dylan had already

 

Sister Grace, give this poor girl a break. Let her brain stop working for a

 

Wilbur the flowers for the offering

 

asking for days. My eyes went round, looking quickly at Dylan to make sure I heard her right. When he nodded, I pressed my lips, suppressing showing an excited and cheerful smile. She seldom allows me to go anywhere with Anya except the university, library, or the supermarket, and today was

 

was about to enter the door when I called Sister Grace. “Why?” I asked her, suddenly suspicious and curious about

 

she answered. “But as I told you, this kind of party is not for you, and there will

 

worry about with our little Angel here,” interrupted Mrs. Antonetta. “With that face, she’ll

 

kind words, Mrs. Antonetta,” I said, hiding the sarcasm in my words. “But I was

 

her side, sat on the couch, and then waggled my eyebrows at Dylan, which he only smiled as we both waited for whatever

 

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