41. Mia
God, I am going to kill him!
I am so enraged that by the time I come out of the bathroom, I just stand in my room, thinking up ways to torture Jeremy.
The invasion of privacy, the forceful way of ordering me around. Who did he think he is? What gives him the right to treat me like this?
His knocking brings me back to my senses. Seething, I open my walking closet and gaze at the three sets of clean uniforms in a daze.
When I first arrived, Mom had shown me this closet with so much pride in her tone and carriage.
“Mia, see this closet. It's filled with pretty things that your stingy Dad was never able to get for you because he was dirt poor. I know you don't like me, but each time you wear any of these dresses, you will remember that your wicked mother got them for you. Yo
