Chapter 12-Queen Bitch

Savannah

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Don't look now, but my father's wife is heading here now,” I say as I keep my eyes fixed on the woman whose eyes have an evil glint in them.

I had told Janelle my father's name but didn't explain anything else. She puts the plate down. “How far is she?”

“Bit far,” I reply casually, looking into the room and ignoring the scent of the food as it wafts into my nose.

“Do you want us to bail?” she asks as she tries to act calm, “If you want to, she wants right now.”

“Do you think I should bail?”

She pauses. “No. Bailing gives her points. Remember what I said about being the predator?”

“Yes,” I say as I puff my shoulders, “I do remember.”

“Good. I'm here, so be the predator. Stick your chin up, don't stammer, be alert, and be ready. Stepmothers are mean bitches.”

I grin. “Not all of them.”

She turns to look at the stepmother, who is closer to us. “Yours doesn't look like she's here for a tea party.”

“Whatever.”

“Long time no see,” she stops and looks at me, her chin