In a world where wealth reigns supreme, Victor Sinclair is a ruthless billionaire known for his cunning business tactics and insatiable thirst for control. Behind his polished facade lies a sadistic nature, reveling in the manipulation of those bene...
I woke up early, the sunlight streaming through the window, filling the room with warmth. Today was my day off, and I was determined to make the most of it. I slipped into the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for my mom. The smell of eggs and toast filled the air, and it felt good to do something normal after the chaos of last night.
After breakfast, I headed to the bathroom. I took a long, refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away the stress from my last shift. Once I was dressed, I put on my black dress with polka dots, its long sleeves comfortable against my skin, the skirt just reaching my knees. I paired it with white ankle strap heels and grabbed my long white shoulder bag
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(Imagine this is what Liza is wearing (minus the brown hair cause her hair is blonde and circle earrings cause her earrings our pearl)
I took a moment to curl my hair slightly, letting it fall into soft waves. As I put in my simple pearl earrings, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I smiled and winked at myself, feeling a rush of excitement. I was ready to hang out with my friends, a much-needed escape from the pressures of being a waitress.
I stepped out of my room and found my mom still at the table, enjoying her breakfast. “I’m going to hang out with my friends,” I said cheerfully.
She looked up and nodded with a smile. “Have fun, Liza!”
As I walked out of our apartment, the crisp morning air greeted me. I felt lighter already. I stood outside, waiting for a taxi, eager to enjoy the day and let go of the heaviness that had settled on my shoulders after the bar. Today was about me, and I was ready to embrace it.🌷
Author’s POV🥰
Liza arrived at the mall, her heart lighter with each step. As she approached the entrance, she spotted her friends Jane and Rachel waving enthusiastically. They rushed over and enveloped her in warm hugs, their concern palpable.
“Hey, how have you been?” Jane asked, pulling back to look at her. “We’ve been so worried about you, especially after hearing about your dad.”
Rachel nodded, her eyes filled with empathy. “Yeah, we just wanted to check in. How are you holding up?”
Liza smiled, grateful for their support. “I’m okay. Just needed a break and some time with you guys. I miss you both so much!”
They shared a group hug, the warmth of their friendship wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. It felt good to be surrounded by love and laughter, away from the stress of her job.
Once inside the mall, they wandered from store to store, checking out bags, shoes, and dresses. Liza felt a sense of freedom as they tried on outfits, giggling and helping each other pick the perfect styles. Each laugh echoed the fun they used to have, moments she desperately missed.
After a shopping spree, they decided to treat themselves at a fancy restaurant. They ordered their favorite dishes and indulged in decadent ice cream for dessert, the sweetness a perfect ending to their meal.
As night fell, they made their way to the Ferris wheel. Liza felt a rush of excitement as they climbed aboard, the gentle swaying making her laugh. When they reached the top, the view was breathtaking—stars twinkled in the dark sky, and the city lights sparkled below.
In that moment, all her worries faded away. She felt a sense of relief and joy, grateful for this time with her friends, reminding her that life still held beauty amid the chaos.
Liza’s POV
After our fun day at the mall, I finally said goodbye to Jane and Rachel, promising we wouldn’t let so much time pass before we hung out again. As I made my way home, a sense of contentment lingered with me, but a small knot of worry still tightened in my stomach.
When I stepped inside my apartment, the familiar scent of home wrapped around me. I quickly changed into my pajamas, the soft fabric a welcome relief after the day’s activities. I flopped onto my bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in.
Before drifting off to sleep, I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer. “Please, God, let my father be okay.” It was a simple wish, but it felt heavy with hope.
With those thoughts swirling in my mind, I finally allowed myself to relax, the day’s laughter fading into the background as sleep took over.
