Don't Be Selfish

Elma's POV:

I had spent the night at Anthony's place after we returned from the club. I woke up early and went to the kitchen. I spent more than ten minutes just looking around.

"What am I doing here?" I scoffed; the kitchen wasn't my domain, but I just wanted to make a meal for the kids and Anthony.

And I wasn't so smart to follow a video on YouTube. "Good morning, ma'am." A maid walked in, and I nodded.

"Do you need any help?"

Oh, I forgot this wasn't my home. I was just a guest. "No."

She nodded and put on her kitchen apron.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

"I want to make breakfast."

"Do you think I came here to make my nails? Get out"

She nodded and left the kitchen. I pulled the refrigerator open, and it was packed with groceries.

Then I picked up my phone and dialed Sarah's contact number, and it got connected. "Good morning." Her voice was tiring.