Chapter 129 Gold Digger

Angel stood over the laundry basin in the small utility room, her hands submerged in soapy water as she scrubbed the glittery fabric of her old stripping outfit. The sequence of events that led her to this moment felt like a dream—or maybe a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. The shimmer of the clothes under the dim light mocked her, reminding her of every desperate choice she had made to get by. With a heavy sigh, she wrung out the top, its gold sequins catching the light before she draped it over the drying rack. Her phone buzzed on the counter, breaking her out of her thoughts. Wiping her hands on a towel, she picked it up and saw an email notification.