Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

(Anj’s POV)

Go straight to the hallway, and then turn right…

I heaved a deep sigh as I carried the elegant arrangement of sunflowers, anthurium, hydrangea, and heliconia for the offering Mrs. Wilbur ordered from Sister Grace. She usually donates at the nursing home, but I seldom see her because she is mostly out of town, joining her husband on his business trips.

The housekeeper had other flowers to bring, so here I am, forced to look for that room where Mrs. Wilbur expected the offering should be. I didn’t have the time to memorize the direction because I was also in a hurry to go back.

Anya said that instead of meeting me, Claire was friendly enough, offering to pick me up outside the gate of Wilbur’s mansion because Aunt Rose asked her to run an errand before going to the party.

“It’s a black SUV,” she told me. “When you get there, let’s meet in the lobby.” She has repeated those words many times, worried that I would wander and get stuck in a room called the library or study room. She often joked that when I was young, no one could lure me into going with a stranger because I disliked candies and chocolates, but anyone could kidnap me by giving me a book.

I used my back to open the ajar door wide after finding the room.

“Finally!” A woman’s voice exclaimed, making me stop walking. The tall arrangement of flowers made it difficult to see who it was, and even if I tilted my head to peek at the owner of the voice, I still couldn’t see her.

“The offering?” Another voice asked, but from a man.

What is wrong with these people? Why don’t they just tell me where to put the flowers so I can go?

“Umm… Yes!” I answered, hesitating at first, but my hands were getting numbed already, so I had to put this heavy thing down. “Where can I put these?” I asked, not moving anymore because I noticed big antique vases and was afraid I might trip and break them.

I hear someone walking toward me. “Here, let me help you,” he said, taking the flower arrangement from me. “Why are you even carrying this heavy thing?” he chuckled as he placed it on the center table, then turned to me again.

the woman, maybe the same age as Anya. I saw her pressing her lips to suppress a

murmured Jake, touching his chin as he studied me

I usually call them the elite as they are the sons and daughters of celebrities, wealthy businessmen, and government officials. We belong to the crème de

if he was unsure of something. I have seen him in the nursing home several times, bringing goodies to the residents during special occasions, but I doubt

toward me, placing her arms on my shoulders. “Didn’t they tell you about the party?” She asked

narrowed. “Umm… They did,” I answered hesitantly, wishing I owned a

“The black SUV is in the driveway. Wait

Claire probably knew the famous Jake and Jackie Wilbur. When I got out of the mansion, the driver opened the car door for me, and although I doubted it for a while, I

a sigh when Jackie entered the car and sat next to me. “Where’s Claire?” I

before looking at the gadget in her hand. “She’s in the other car with Jake,” she answered, but her eyes were fixed

out the window. When I breathed in, I inhaled the scent of Jackie’s perfume, loving the bold but not overpowering floral scent. I have never bought

own perfume has been a hobby I have liked doing ever since the

Jackie’s cellphone whenever she received a reply from whoever she was texting. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what I did wrong because Anya said the

outside, we could hear the loud music, but when I peeked outside the window and saw the place Anya had described, I

a crowded pond, panicking about where to go, how to find the stairs, and wanting to cry in an unfamiliar environment. But before all those things could happen, Jake had already held my hand, leading me to the room at the

they chatted and drank. My eyes widened to see some men

Jake said, giving me a glass of something green in it. I followed him, quickly consuming the weird taste of green juice in the glass. He laughed when

curiously, my face crumpled after drinking

lean his head closer to my ears so I could hear it. When I get out of here, I am sure I will

I shook my head.

me another glass. “Drink up!” he said again, and I did. I licked my lips, tasting the drinks on my bottom lip. The cocktail drink