Chapter 8
Mia.
I spent the remaining hours searching for the perfect outfit, something simple but outstanding. I grabbed a pair of light jeans with a cream blouse that had pink flowering at the arm. One of mom's classic designs.
I stared into the mirror, looking at the lady facing me.
Mia. What changed? There was she, the naive nerd caught up in a game bigger than her. Why do you suddenly walk around with so much hatred?
This is an obsession and not love, and even if you love him, it is unrealistic. He is your STEPBROTHER.
I took a deep breath in a bid to calm myself down.
“You got this, baby!” I stepped out, ready to face my soon to be sister in law.
Downstairs, the house was buzzing with soft music. My stepfather was dressed rather too formal and mom wore one of those statement
