Sitara POV
I wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Comb my hair into a ponytail. Checking myself out once I pick my phone and go downstairs.
The guests will be here soon, there would be drama for sure. The floor is cold against my barefoot.
We usually don't wear any slippers in the house. Sometimes when it is too cold we wear slippers.
I stop at the staircase watching mum hug another lady. Elora stood there greeting the man.
"I don't want to be here and see the drama," I tell myself and quickly go back to my room.
My mum didn't exactly tell me to be there for dinner. It's fine if I don't attend the dinner, I knew she is worried that I would say something.
My phone pinged, I unlocked it and opened the chatbox of Elora.
'where are you? Come down and be with me.'
'Nah, not interested i
