While everyone was on their way to find Malo, and some were busy having a big argument, inside Princess's clubhouse kitchen, Kiara was trying to make four warm bottles.
She had been blabbering to herself nonstop. Her chest heaved as she leaned over the steaming machine, her voice bouncing off the tiled walls of the quiet room.
"Seriously, these people need to hire a babysitter or something… just because I come to the club every day doesn't mean I am always available..." she kept talking, not liking the fact that Princess had made her babysit. She snatched the measuring scoop, dumping the milk formula into the bottles with a heavy sigh.
"And I don't get it. Why won't their so-called Mommy just stay put... Ahhhh!" she groaned in frustration. She shook the first bottle violently, the liquid foaming up to the top as her brow furrowed in the dim light.
