Angelica pulled her car into the very back of the line of cars.
She frowned. "Is someone visiting?"
She pulled her phone and texted her mother.
Soon, her phone buzzed.
[Yes. We are hosting the Whitmores for your sister's wedding. Stay away from the house.]
She sneered and threw her phone to the side.
"I couldn't wait to leave this family."
It was clear there was no space in this big house for her.
Just then, the front door swung open. She braced herself, lowering onto her seat, but her heart hammered upon seeing who it was.
There, Arabella, in her sleek black dress, came out.
Just by catching her sister's face, her stiff shoulders relaxed like the burden from her shoot had lessened.
How long had it been?
She swallowed and opened her car door, her body moving on her own. Her smile brightened with every step she took, and she opened her mouth to call her name.
"Ella!"
