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.

 

my lips as I went back to Dylan’s side, helping

 

is not a children’s party, right? People coming to this place are the same age as Anya or older than her. You’re only

 

hoping

 

body, Sister Grace,” exclaimed Mrs. Antonetta as she chuckled. “Let this poor girl

 

later tonight,” he answered, glancing at me with

 

and enjoy my life,” she smiled at me, leaning her head toward me to whisper. “And make out to

 

I shook my head, she

 

“What are you doing at that university? Just study? Are there no gorgeous guys in that

 

set her foot in the 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

 

nodded. “I’m getting older. I keep forgetting that your brain is bigger than your head,” she grinned at Dylan, her eyes flickered toward me. “You have to hurry to guard this young

 

lips but curved a smile when I saw Sister Grace

 

 

can’t have a boyfriend until she reaches the age of eighteen,” My legal guardian cut in, but Mrs.

 

Sister Grace. All she did was pray, serve, and work

 

reminded her, picking up the blankets Dylan had already folded and handing them to Sister

 

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

 

flowers for the offering

 

prayer I have been 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

 

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

 

Angela,” she answered. “But as I told you, this kind of party is not for you, and there will be drinking and who knows what else.

 

here,” interrupted Mrs. Antonetta. “With that face, she’ll probably be the number one wallflower tonight, Sister

 

the sarcasm in my words. “But I was hoping

 

to her side, sat on the couch, and then waggled my

 

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