"I didn't realize that a man could be owned," I say, crossing my arms. That led her gaze to the red dress I was wearing. It was long, but had a cut in the side to show off some leg and the neckline was low, showing off my chest which wasn’t much to be honest. I was unfortunate not to be gifted with femininity on my chest, but oh well.
"Still being a w***e wherever you go, are you?" Stepmother snapped. "Wearing inappropriate clothing, stealing men. Your father didn't raise you to be such a slut."
"And Hope isn't?" I growl back. "Roaming from man to man until she gets what she wants each time? I can't even imagine what Promise has been doing these eight years. And you," I pause as she takes a step back, surprised by my outburst, "my father was such a loyal and faithful soldier, a gre
