Chapter 25

As I rushed around my room, frantically trying to pack for my trip to New York, frustration grew within me. Time was slipping away, and I had only 15 minutes left before I had to leave for the airport. Last night's late work session had left me with no time to prepare my bags, and now I was paying the price.

Groaning and muttering curses under my breath, I wrestled with my luggage, attempting to zip it shut. Sweat glistened on my forehead as I struggled to fit everything in. In a desperate attempt to keep track of the items I still needed to bring, I started talking to myself, repeatedly listing them aloud.

From the kitchen, Angelica's voice boomed, accompanied by the clinking of cutlery. "Are you almost done?" she shouted. I could picture her helping herself to the leftovers of my yakisoba from the previous night.

Finally, after much effort, I managed to close my overstuffed bags. Hastily changing into comfortable clothes, I grabbed my Chanel bag and tossed in a fe