An unpleasant lour was present on Angelica's face. She tapped her fingers vigorously on the sill of the carriage window.
She opened her eyes and blew a huffed breath out of her mouth. She was sure it had been over ten minutes since she had returned to the carriage to wait for her mother. Yet, her mother had not returned yet.
Just how long did it take her to pick up the lamb she had bought? Angelica's anger began to boil. This was why she did not wish to go anywhere with her mother, she knew that something like this would happen.
Her mother did not seem to consider her feelings, especially when she had her own plans in mind and Angelica could not handle it. She was tired, she was upset and today being the last day of her life in familiar places, she did not wish to spend the entire day in a carriage.
