~ Anyssa's Pov ~
Since I wasn’t doing anything, I decided to chill with a movie and some burgers and fries. I heard the doorbell ring, and with a tiring groan, I lazily got up from the couch and headed to the door. I opened it, and to say I was shocked would be an understatement.
Rosa—my father's wife, my stepmother, stood at my door, holding her Prada Galleria Saffiano Leather Mini Bag in her hand.
“Hello, Anyssa.”
I must be dreaming because this woman would rather spend her night doing something better than paying me a visit. Besides, isn’t she supposed to be at the dinner? Why is she here?
“What are you doing here?” I asked. She is aware of how much I don’t like her.
“At least let me in?”
I narrowed my eyes at her for a second. I don’t trust her, and I suspect she’s here for som
