Hunter POV
“That’s your stepsister?” Sandra hissed as soon as we were alone again, her lips pursed and a look of disapproval on her face. “I thought she was a servant or a maid or something,” she said, sounding highly amused.
“There’s nothing wrong with the way that Dana looks,” I said irritably, staring at her, crossing my arms, and raising a brow.
Sandra could be so superficial sometimes that it irked me. I knew she wouldn't see how beautiful Dana was because she did not fit the standards or the image that Sandra had in her mind when it came to what she felt beauty should consist of.
“I’m not saying there is, but, you can’t tell me that she honestly looks like an heiress”, Sandra protested. “I expected her to look like…” she trailed off, perhaps seeing the expression on my face.
