"Come with me eight o'clock in the morning, and we need to talk. Also, dress nicely."
I read aloud exactly what the Council President texted me last night. I'm now in front of her house wearing black pants as well as a white and yellow shirt, standing before the fences where the diverse beautiful, fragrant, and colorful flowers reside.
I'm amazed she takes care of her flowers in the garden with the right watering and proper tillage so that they grow healthy and bright. She's already busy including her responsibilities and yet she can still manage to live just like any typical individual.
No matter how I tried to forget the past, it takes everything in my power to try and not be bothered by what happened with Sattela and her irresponsible brother.
Kelly also told me his sister's obsessi
