Chapter 22
MIRANDA
"I don't care who started it," he said, releasing my arm with enough force to make me stumble slightly. "What I care about is Miranda fulfilling her obligations to this family. Jules, Amber, you're dismissed. Miranda and I need to have a private conversation."
My stepsisters left with matching expressions of satisfaction, no doubt already planning how they'd torture me with this later. I watched them go, rubbing my arm where my father's grip had left red marks.
"Sit," my father commanded once they were gone, gesturing to the couch.
I remained standing out of sheer stubbornness. "If you're going to threaten to disown me again, I'd rather hear it standing up."
Something flickered across his face—maybe respect, maybe irritation, it was hard to tell. "I'm not threateni
