Angel's name
The only hopeless situation eating Diana up from inside was her finances which were close to hitting zero soon. Once she paid the next month's rent, she would be left with nothing.
The baby's necessities were much more expensive than she guessed but despite that, she had managed to save some money required to get a decent and cheap laptop.
The only problem was that… she had yet to come up with a story!
Diana used to do it just fine when she was young. Writing stories excited her back then until she dropped her book.
Now, it seems like it is too late for her to become a writer.
Moreover, even if she did come up with a story plot, she had to write it first. Getting a contract will take weeks. The contract passing will be another few weeks.
And even after that, it was unpredictable whether she would earn money or not.
If she had not given up back then, then she would have been earning decently right now.
As much as she regretted it, Diana realized that this was not practical anymore.
She was living a dream if she believed she would earn decently by writing a webnovel.
She needed money. Urgently.
Two weeks later.
''Dee, what are you doing?" Ivy sat next to Diana who was looking at the newspaper in her hand carefully.
Diana raised her head, ''Looking for a job,'' Initially, she felt a headache whenever Ivy went into her chatterbox mode but lately, she has been getting used to it. The woman decided to call her 'Dee' instead of 'Diana' which Diana found funny because it was the first time someone gave her such a unique nickname.
''A job?" Ivy quirked a brow.
''Something I can do from home, you know?" Diana placed the newspaper down as she fiddled with the bracelet on her right wrist, ''But these are not suitable.''
''Are you new here?"
Diana paused for a moment before nodding.
''Work from home….'' Ivy thought about it, ''What about the gaming industry? I think you can try your hand there. They usually have a lot of vacant jobs and not only that, you can earn money from home.''
Diana quirked a brow, ''But I have no idea about how things work there,'' she looked at her fingers, ''I can't play candy crush decently because I get impatient and bored after 2 levels. I don't even know how they do it.''
Ivy looked speechless.
''But you seem to have knowledge in this field,'' Diana remarked.
''How do you know?" Ivy looked stunned.
''Your eyes are sparkling and you just talked like someone who knows the ins and outs of the gaming industry,'' Diana smiled. Although the woman did not speak a lot, but when a person is talking about something they like to do, one can see the change in their aura.
The usually loud and noisy chatterbox seemed quite serious just now.
''Well, of course, it's my dream job…'' Ivy blinked, ''But Dee, what job do you want to do then?"
Diana did not probe further. She just slumped on the couch, ''What job….'' She needed money but she was unemployed at the moment. She has no prior experience, she could not take the jobs that required her to go out and she was clueless about the 'work from home' concept, ''…can I possibly do?"
The day passed by rather quickly.
''Omo, you like that, don't you?" Diana watched the little angel who was sitting on her lap, watching 'Frozen' playing on TV. She even giggled once in a while.
''Aww, she is really enjoying it,'' Ivy said as she approached them, ''And she looks so adorable. Sir, don't you think so?"
Logan, the cold and woody butler stopped near the couch and observed the baby for a few seconds before nodding.
Diana stifled her laughter. He seemed to be a man who made sure of facts before taking action.
As the baby threw her legs up and down, Diana pinched her adorable cheeks.
She could almost see this little girl growing up into a beautiful princess and running away with some handsome scarred knight.
Uh… Her expression turned slightly bitter.
Diana felt like she was adding unnecessary bitterness to her already bitter life.
'Click'
Everyone's attention shifted to the door which opened and the great, one and only, cute hot cactus stepped inside.
''You're back,'' Diana sprang up from the couch like she was a toy sitting on springs.
The baby made some sloppy noises.
Maxim stopped in his tracks, ''Yes,'' he walked towards them and patted the baby's head before he walked upstairs.
Logan followed the man.
Diana laughed. Her soft laughter turned a bit wild in excitement.
Ivy cautiously took the baby from her arms, ''Uhh… You are alright, right?"
She was more than alright. Maxim was now responding to her nonsensical questions. That screamed progress!
…
On the dining table.
''This is my special dish for the night,'' Ivy flashed the plates in an elegant move.
Diana's brows rose slightly as she looked at the prawns, ''Nice.''
She glanced at the baby in her arms who was pushing her plate, ''What? You want to eat too, angel?" she whispered, nuzzling her nose in the girl's blonde hair.
Ivy took a seat beside Logan. Maxim sat on the head chair of the dining table. Diana sat to his right and Logan sat to his left.
As everyone started serving food on their plates, Ivy spoke up, ''Dee, you always call her angel? Is that our girl's name? I never got the chance to ask you about it…''
''Huh? Name?" Diana blinked.
''What happened?" Ivy froze.
Diana could feel everyone's gaze on her.
''That's not her name though,'' Diana whispered in a voice so small that she wished they did not hear it but they heard it anyway.
''What's her name?" Maxim, the uninterested cactus, suddenly decided to pay interest in their conversation.
Diana was amused how he spoke up only when the situation was not optimistic for her, ''She has no name… as of yet,'' she mumbled, looking around the dining table.
Maxim's eyebrow slightly arched, Logan's lips discreetly twitched but in contrast to their minimal shift of expressions, Ivy's fork dropped on the dining table with a loud 'Clang'.
''She seems to be around 6 months old though,'' Ivy said, almost yelling.
''Almost 7….'' Diana laughed awkwardly.
''Yes, then how did you not name her till now?" Ivy nagged, ''Your mommy is so cruel…'' she said to the little angel.
Diana's smile slipped.