Fatima felt a surge of competitive energy rise within her. No matter what, she had to outshine Daisy. With a sly smile, she admitted her mistake and then suggested a shooting contest.
Daisy's eyes flickered slightly at the suggestion.
"That's not fair!" Ena frowned before Daisy could respond. "Fatima, you've been training in marksmanship since you were a child. Anthony, your instructor, always said you have a natural talent for it."
Daisy, on the other hand, had grown up outside the family. Knowing about guns was one thing, but handling them was another. Competing with Fatima seemed pointless—it was clearly an attempt to humiliate Daisy.
"Mom," Fatima said sweetly, easily catching onto Ena's concern. She sneered inwardly. "It's just a friendly match. Winning or losing doesn't ma
