Ariella's POV
“Wait!” Jennifer said as I turned toward the door. “You want to hear about your mother? Then listen.”
She eyed me warily, took a deep breath, and began.
“Elara was always the pretty one, so gorgeous and outstanding. Anyone who stood in front of her would feel ashamed.” She looked at me with envy.
“That's why I didn’t like you either. You reminded me of the beauty and grace I never had, of the childhood memories that were as dim as dust.”
It was rare for Jennifer to open up, so when she finally began to talk, I listened with an intensity that felt almost desperate. I wanted to know more about my mother, the woman whose absence had shaped my entire life.
Listening silently, I felt a heavy mixture of emotions weighing down my heart as Jennifer spoke. I always wondered why
