"What? Now you dare yell at me?!" Beatrice stepped forward, heading towards where Anya stood. The girl was still frozen at the lip of the door, Silvania who had wanted to hug her was silent and did not dare to move. The innocent country girl who had always been her evil grandmother's errand girl, looked terrified at Beatrice's loud shouting voice.
"I have never sold myself to anyone, nor have I sold my virginity."
"You can't lie to me, Anya. I already know everything, your drunken father has told me everything. A few days ago he came, and gave me five thousand dollars. He felt sorry for me, but I didn't accept the money-"
"But, Gran, didn't you use the money to buy new clothes and jewelry?" interrupted Silva, who couldn't resist letting out a big lie.
Anya smiled wryly, as she stared a
