18: WHERE IS MY DRESS?

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet," the birds with blue and yellow feathers that were inside the cage on the porch started to sing.

Those birds were trained to start singing at 9 am, and the automatic box that had their food opened after 1 min of singing.

Alice Westmins woke up late as usual, and after approaching the cage on the porch "Shut your f*ckin beak!"

The birds were frightened and fell silent. She had forced Alonso to buy this natural alarm clock after moving in with him.

"I'm sure that next month our house will be ready. I'm tired of living in Alonso's small luxury mansion. I prefer a palace," Alice was talking to herself in her room.

As usual, she was in a bad mood.

"Clap! Clap!" After clapping her hands, the curtains of the room she was in, closed, leaving Alice only illuminated by the light of white lamps.

"I hate the sun. Who does he think he is to outshine me in my own room?"

Alice was touching her phone and noticed that her face was on all the news portals, and on all her so
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