Chapter 21

Lucia’s POV

I drove to Angela’s house, and after an hour, I arrived.

“Baby, how are you?” she asked as soon as I opened the front door.

“I was fine,” I said.

“You were? What do you really mean by that?” she asked.

“Why is tomorrow Tuesday? I could have gotten drunk, you know. But since it’s a weekday, ice cream, here I come,” I said as I walked to the kitchen.

“Lucia,” she called out.

“Yes?” I shouted back.

“What the hell is going on?” she asked once more.

I took out two liters of blueberry ice cream and carried them to the dining table.

“I am in the dining room,” I said and heard her sighing.

“What!” she exclaimed when she saw the ice cream on the table.

“Why are you eating all that?” she asked.

“To get rid of stress,” I told her.

“Tell me what happened, baby,” she said.

“Someone stole my outfit designs and gave them to Ivone Company. The designs, no, the outfits are now in the market,” I expl