Sophia was still fuming at Marissa and Rafael. The innocent angels just wanted their favorite brands of candies.
Why so much strictness on candies?
Yes, she knew she was not their mom. But she was their aunt. She might not be allowed to make decisions for them, but aunts were supposed to spoil their nephews and nieces.
She slapped on the steering wheel in frustration and looked ahead.
She was on her way to the superstore when spotted a convoy of trucks laden with the whitest wood planks and a few elegant pieces of white furniture, heading towards the way that led to White Palace.
"Shoot! Is it sold? No way!" She needed to tell this to Marissa and picked up her phone abruptly but then she reminded herself that she was mad at her friend. Those sweetest kids had gotten a loaded daddy, and he couldn't even buy them sweets.
Pathetic!
And why were they laughing secretly as if I was also a kid?