Clarrisa
“Hello Mom,” I slid the answer button on my phone after I ignored it for most of the time it had been ringing.
“What do you think you are doing?” She sounded agitated through the phone.
I sighed, feeling a headache coming up. I knew exactly what she was saying, but pretence was a powerful tool. They say ignorance is bliss.
“Doing what?” I played dumb.
“Clarrissa, I did so much to protect the image of our family after the heinous mistake you committed. You not only angered your father, you are putting his health at risk too.”
I scoffed. “Mom, a mistake? Canceling the wedding officially would have prevented this from happening, but you had to do it your way.”
“You would never understand how much sacrifice we made to keep our reputation at the top. You avoid every responsibili
