I climbed up to my room. It took me more time than usual because of my hurt arm. I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door. "What took you so long?" Daniel groaned. "Stop shouting. I was sleeping," I snapped. "Sorry. It's just everyone's waiting for you. My mother is here," he sighed. I groaned in frustration. "Just fix yourself," he suggested. "Does it matter? She'll find a way to mock me anyway," I pushed past him and made my way to the diner.
"A lady should look nice. Is that how you'll attract a potential husband?" A lady with dark hair and fanciest attire said in a mocking tone. "A lady should talk nice. No doubt yours sleeping with someone else," I aimed back. "Cynthia!! Don't you dare talk to me like that?" She threatened. "Or what?" I shouted. "George, tell her to apologize
