Oh, how pretty you were for a normal human being. The halovian angels had never seen anything like this, such an eye candy even to a foreign species such as them. Just looking at you made their head wings flutter, just like their eyelashes blinking while they’d stare you down, glorified by your beauty.

But of course, no other would have direct contact with you none other than The Sunday, Head of The Family. Of course, he wasn’t different than most. Entranced by your beauty, he seems willing to do what it takes to interest you.

It was too good to be true. You were merely an undercover spy, praised for fooling the uncountable with your glowing beauty. Unfortunately, Sunday was unlike any other.

“Err..how can I help you, darling? Please don’t be upset,” He rubbed your arms up and down, consoling you after a misunderstanding. “Please, look at me, baby?”