Bella’s Point of View
“Will you please move faster, you slug!” yelled Master Harris while glaring at Master Feston who is not yet done choosing a pair of shoes to wear. He has been sitting at the sofa with a few pairs of shoes in front of him.
“I can’t seem to find the best shoes to fit my mood today,” he calmly replied, flashing a smile.
I looked at Master Harris and he is almost at his limit. His face is already red, and I can imagine fumes coming out from his nose and ears. He took a deep breath before cursing under his breath, then turned to me, “I’ll wait outside. I don’t think I can stay here a little longer without kicking someone’s sluggish ass.”
“And who would that be?” Master Feston innocently asked, but it’s evident it was just an act to piss his brother even more.
“F*ck
