Mirela
“I’m having triplets.”
Arlene’s voice rang out, clear and confident.
I stopped mid-step, my fingers tightening around the railing as I turned back. Daisy, who had been smug earlier, suddenly faltered. For a brief moment, I saw a flicker of happiness on her face, but when she caught my gaze, she cleared her throat, muttered a barely audible “Congratulations,” and quickly grabbed her bag, leaving the room.
Meanwhile, Eric was over the moon. His face lit up with joy, his broad smile stretching from ear to ear. “Triplets?” I echoed, forcing my voice to remain steady.
Arlene turned to me, that brilliant, self-assured smile of hers shifting into something mocking. “What’s wrong, Stepmother? You don’t like the sound of that?”
I scoffed lightly but masked it with a well-practiced smil
