Annabella’s Point of View:
I furrowed my brows and quickly shifted to the back. “A full-grown man coming to a lady’s house by this time of the day, unannounced is very strange and suspicious!” I replied, an angry look on my face. I stared at him, my eyes blazing in fury.
“Oh come on goddess, I heard that the girls were around, so I came to greet them, bearing gifts,” he smiled broadly at Mira, hoping that his charm would work on her, and indeed it did. Mira smiled back, shining her full teeth at him.
“Oh, Oppa! You’re the best, you brought gifts for me,” she cried out, her cheeks looking red. She moved closer to him slyly, and he encouraged her to move faster with his smile.
“Huh uh,” I cleared my throat, and she quickly stopped in her tracks. I signaled her with my eyes to go and assist Millen in the kitchen, and with pouty lips, she reluctantly backed off and went to the kitchen.
“Oh, Kim, you are very lucky. If you hadn’t bent down, a bandage would probably be around your head by now,” I laughed playfully at my own words. Kim grinned, staring at the stick in my hand.
“Were you really planning on hitting my head with a baseball stick?” He asked when his laughter died down, his eyebrows raised curiously.
I laughed once again, and bit my lips. “I thought it was a thief, or probably some toxic fans.” We both laughed, and went to join Megan in the living room.
My living room was wide; a large chandelier was in the middle, and it was well-equipped with modern-day household equipment. There were four armchairs, two cushions, and a little couch. I made sure that each of my chairs had a side table. It was the perfect haven, the television was very wide, and the surroundings were decorated with flowers and colorful lighting.
Some recording equipment was beside the center table, and a huge piano graced the living room with its majestic presence. A large painting of me was on the wall, besides it was our family portrait. I sat down beside Megan, while Kim Jo occupied one of the cushions.
“I was looking around the room, admiring the beauty, and I must say your house is beautiful,” Kim Jo praised me, admiring the room with his sharp eyes.
I nodded at him appreciatively, and hugged Megan. I knew she was sad but wouldn’t say it, so I decided to comfort her even when she acted like she was alright.
“It wasn’t your fault, okay?” I assured her with a gentle smile, and she looked at my face. She nodded her head as a few drops of tears escaped from her eyes.
“I thought you stopped playing baseball when I traveled abroad,” Kim mumbled with a polite voice.
“Yes, I stopped. I no longer play it, but I still keep the sticks safe.” I replied and squeezed my face as I remembered the sad moment Kim and I had before he traveled overseas to further his education.
Kim Jo looked at us curiously, wondering if he should lighten the atmosphere. After contemplating for a while, he carefully opened the fancy bag and took out a nylon containing four plates of ‘moi-moi’, Nigeria’s bean cake, and beside it in another bowl was ‘tteokbokki’, a Korean dish with different toppings.
I looked at the meal, and my appetite rose drastically. I quickly raised Megan from the armchair, and we both sat down on the floor, around the center table. Kim Jo smiled triumphantly, and arranged the meals on the table.
“Oh my goodness! You brought my favorite.” Megan exclaimed excitedly, as she took a plate of the ‘moi-moi.’
Millen and Mira came out of the kitchen, a large pot of soup was in Millen’s hand, while Mira was carrying empty plates to dish the meal. They were surprised to see the different meals on the living room table, and Millen paused in her tracks.
“Aren’t we supposed to eat in the dining room?” She asked curiously, staring at the meal, hungrily.
“I’m hungry. I doubt I’ll be able to move my limbs, so let’s just eat!” I cried out to her, and she shrugged her shoulders before placing the pot of soup on the table.
She was dressed like a kitchen chef, an apron wrapped around her waist and cooking gloves covered her hands.
Mira placed the plates on the table, blushing everytime her eyes met Kim’s. I thought I was the only one who felt annoyed by her sudden shy behavior, but Millen proved me wrong, and hit her on her buttocks.
“Go and bring the Italian pasta, it’s beside the microwave.” Millen said, a grimace on her face.
“Okay sister,” Mira replied like an angel, flashing Kim a cute smile before leaving for the kitchen.
“Here,” Millen sat down beside Megan, and nervously served her a bowl of soup. She took the ‘moi-moi’ plate, opened it, cut a large piece of the delicious dish, and fed Megan.
Megan was shocked, and she blinked her eyelashes at Millen dumbfounded. She gave me a confused look before eating the ‘moi-moi’.
I just smiled at them, my sisters and their awkward way of reuniting. As I took a bite from the tteokbokki, my eyes lingered on the people in front of me. Megan and Millen were feeding each other, while Mira was cracking jokes for Kim Jo’s entertainment.
I felt overjoyed, and although I knew that Kim Jo was still interested in me, I couldn’t help but picture him with my little sister.
I felt a rush of different emotions, and my smile faded at once. I knew that this happy moment wouldn’t last for long.
Tomorrow, I was having a night party with numerous celebrities. Not only would I encounter my many rivals, I would also be surrounded by men who wanted me just for a night, then the thought of bumping into Adriel crossed my mind, and my head shook voluntarily.
“Hey sister, tomorrow night’s party will be a blast. I heard that Adriel Lupa’s family and your head over heels sugar daddy will be around.” Millen announced and winked at me mischievously.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked in alarm, as I remembered the old man that had been hellbent on making me his eighth wife!