"Good morning Miss Angeline"
Angeline Bryone-Ivis lazily opened her eyes rolled over and started to close them again, then she remembered. She sat up and threw the light pink silk sheets to the end of the bed, threw her legs over the edge of the bed and padded over to the glistening white coat stand, she pulled a comfy rose-pink dressing gown off the hook and slipped her arms through the sleeves. She pulled on matching slippers and ran a hand through her hair before walking to her bedroom door and pulling it open.
"Happy Birthday Miss Angeline"
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Money
Teen FictionAngeline Maya Bryone-Ivis has everything a girl could want, except for the thing she wants the most. All she wants is for her parents to get to know her, to love her, not through money but through the heart. The real way. So when Angeline is prompte...
