I felt cornered.
My left hand was grasped by Alina. Her fingers tracing the back of my palm with a simulated warmth, masking her irritation beneath.
A dam that was about to explode.
And from the other side, Clara's stare poked at my head. Her hand stopped moving towards the food, which was not a good sign.
Favourite, Alina said. With that loving expression, no less.
Her release from the police station to the gifts, and now this. Clara wasn't stupid; she would have figured something out by now.
Now, I started to feel my aunts, sitting opposite of me, were actually easier to handle than these two people.
"Darling is the youngest director in the firm, after all."
Finally, Alina moved her head away from me, looking towards the aunts.
Exhaling deeply, I turned too.
Aunts' faces were contorted. They were always hostile to my mom because of my mother. But now, seeing their daughter climbing higher than their children was a bitter pill they weren't ready to swallow.
