Betty’s P.O.V.
“I am heading the home, Kylie”, I informed Kylie before leaving the café. “Betty”, I stopped near the door when Kylie suddenly shouted my name. She came near to me in a little jog. I looked at her in confusion. “I forgot to shop for the kitchen today. You are early leaving. Can you go?” she asked me with a pleading look. I smiled and then patted her cheek. She was what I called a family here. In the past few weeks that we had shared together, she took care of me, as Maria and Maya. She was as sweet as Vincent. “I will… don’t worry”, I said to her and she beamed. “You are a saviour”, she sang and I laughed this time. “Okay… go back… I am going now”, I said to her and then ushered her to attend a table who were expecting her to serve them.
I came out of the restaurant and tu
