(Aaliyah)
The dining room was as huge and clinical as I remembered… matter of fact, the entire house was.
Always like something out of a real estate catalog… too prim and proper with not a single thing out of place.
Just like my mother.
I remember how, growing up, we were always made to stay in our rooms… how this part of the house and almost every other part was reserved exclusively for guests, and for putting on a show of a happy, perfect family, something my mother liked to do.
My stomach grumbled loudly at the sight of the meals set before me, and my mother must have heard it too, for she shot me a very disgusted look.
But thankfully, she didn’t say anything.
“Sit here, darling,” she said to me curtly, gesturing toward the chair directly across from her.
It was the seat I’d oc
