Emily's POV
"Good morning, Maria." I deliberately ignored my mother with the hope that she won't bring up her theories of how I like Jake in front of Maria.
"Good morning, Em."
I see her holding a book between her hands. I am about to ask her what she is reading but my mother speaks.
"What? I don't get a good morning?" My mother asked, and I could literally feel her smirk from the sound of her voice.
I opened the cabinet and took out a glass cup.
"You just don't." I grabbed the orange juice pitcher and poured myself some of my life elixir.
"What did she do?" Maria raised her head to look at me, and I noticed that she is flipping through our family photo album.
There really isn't much to see in there. They're all just full of pictures of me and my mother and my grandmother. There ar
