"Your mother used to mop the floors in this house! What makes you think that you deserve even a square inch of space in this house?!"
The sharp voice rang outside the villa through the open doors. Outside in the garden, Alyna stopped trimming the thorns and frowned.
The gardener immediately moved and took the scissors from her. Her small palms were empty.
"Miss, it's time for your evening class!" The gardener said, a pleading look on his face.
Helpless, Alyna followed the sound of her mother's shouts into the house. The Westwood estate was well known for it's beautiful greenery and the well maintained garden encircling the villa.
Alyna found her mother facing off with a girl about the same age as her. When Alyna's curious steps made some noise, her mother looked up.
"Alyna," the
