However, Gina was not fazed, already immune to their hatred.
She glanced again at her father, then lowered her head and resumed walking toward the huge door.
"Look at her," scoffed her eldest auntie. "All acting innocent!."
"Yeah," Her third auntie seconded. "Who knows what tricks she uses to elicit the old man's sympathy."
"What else could she use while the act of cunningness runs through her veins? Isn't that the same thing her mother had used to get the old man's approval?" said her second auntie who had been seething in anger, after hearing from her daughter that the girl had talked back to her.
By then, Gina had stopped in her footsteps, her eyes flashing with anger. She clenched her fists and let out a breath.
"Dad" she turned to her father, masking every
