Chapter Two
The combination of cold air and her sister-in-law’s cloying perfume had Sofia’s head swimming. Everything felt surreal as she glanced around the limo. Her younger brother Roberto II, or RJ as he liked to be called, was on his second drink. At eight in the morning. She wasn’t surprised to see him slamming the alcohol. If she were married to the witch on his right, she would be in a constant state of inebriation as well. She let out a sigh. RJ’s kids slapped each other and then wailed to their inattentive parents, who clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass about them. At four and five years old, they were at a stage where one minute they could be little angels, but then quickly flip that halo and sprout horns, which seemed to be permanently attached. Why Lina had bothered to have child
