To be perfectly honest, Angelina had quite enough of her soap opera life. It was getting impossible to think normally, let alone live a peaceful life. Wherever she went she was either plagued by thoughts of George cheating on her with a harlot, or guilty memories of her feelings for Fred. How on earth had she gotten herself into such a mess between twins of all people? It wasn't like they were just brothers, they had to be twins. Angelina knew it was one twin that had led her to the other, which was just about impossible to admit. If it hadn't been for her children, Angelina may have just jumped into bed with Fred again. But it would devastate Roxanne, and that was something Ange couldn't do.
With a bright smile, Angelina nodded at Helena. If painting with another girl didn't take her mind off her love-triangle or square, or whatever the hell it was, nothing would. Of course, Ange had no idea Fred and Helena were hanging out. Standing up straight, Ange motioned towards the paint cans. "I got purple, light green, and yellow. The swatches looked pretty nice together, but I don't know which colour you'll want where. I don't care too much right now, I'm just hoping that some hard work clears my head." Grabbing a shopping bag beside it, Angelina pulled out a pair of overalls and a dress full of fabric.
"I got these overalls for me, and found an old dress that I thought you might like? I saw you haven't touched those pants in a while, so I just figured..." Angelina's voice trailed off and she shrugged. Maybe Helena would have liked a pair of overalls to paint in.