Elena POV:
Before I could say anything else, my mother and Amanda barged in with the gardener. "Elena!" Scolded my mother, her eyes glanced between Chad and I and then landed on the burned remains of their family portrait.
"What have you done!?" Screeched Amanda, she scuttled over to the can and looked inside, I noticed that she didn't reach for the burnt canvas... Fear of ruining her perfect french tips? Her eyes darted to me, burning with anger. "What is the meaning of this!?" Snapped my mother, as she took in the burned painting, " did you do this!?" Demanded my mother, I opened my mouth to belt out my confession, when Amanda spoke first, "you're a jealous b***h! How could you!?" She hissed, "this is why you can't keep a husband!"
I balled my fist, ready to throw a punch at her stu
