When I opened the door, I was shocked to see three people sitting on the sofa in my living room.
"Mom? What are you all doing here?"
My mother frowned at me. "Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"
"I had to run some errands."
The other two people on the sofa were my aunt and my cousin, Vivian Cross.
"Jenna, dear, you're not getting any younger," my aunt said, her tone dripping with passive aggression. "You're twenty-six this year, aren't you? You and that boyfriend of yours have been together for so long, and he still hasn't proposed. Unlike our Vivian, who graduated from a top university and works at Sterling Holdings. As for you, you don't even have a steady job, and—"
"Are you finished?" I interrupted her, my face expressionless.
After her divorce, my aunt had remarried
