RIZ
I was checking out other blouses on the rack when I heard a chuckle near me. Of all people, I had to see her here. I was hoping to mark this day for Justin and me, but it seemed like a bad memory was about to intrude, and there was no stopping it by the look of things.
“Well, what do we have here? Are you lost, dear? Shouldn’t you be at the market or rummaging through a thrift shop for clothes?” she taunted me.
“Riri, let’s go. We can come back for that dress later,” Matet said worriedly. She knew my stepmother well.
I knew her behavior was terrible, but I also knew she wouldn’t cause a scene in public. Her claws come out when we’re alone at home. That’s when she reigns over the household staff, knowing they wouldn’t dare speak up for fear of losing their jobs.
“Madam.” I forced a
