Odessa POV
“Odessa Sloane.” My mother’s high-pitched tone paralysed me on the spot like a witch casting a spell.
“Mom,” I replied.
“What is wrong with you? Why do you keep on antagonising your sister?”
She pranced towards me with a breakfast martini in hand, a hydration mask on her face and heels so high I wondered how her ankles weren’t broken.
“I don’t have a sister, remember? You only had one child.”
“Odessa Sloane.”
“Stop, Mom, I’m late for work.”
“You’re not leaving this house until you promise to apologise to your sister.”
“I didn’t do anything to Sienna. She’s the monster.”
She frowned, hand on hip. “You’re not being a real girl’s girl right now.”
“I’m not in the mood to be a girl’s girl. I need to get to work.”
“Odessa, I’m trying to help you out, but you’re being so d
