The Garcia family

“Mom, I don't know what you want?” Lia said, as she paced around, not sure why her mom called her back from school. She frequently came home knowing she hated it here. Antonia scanned her youngest daughter from head to toe and wondered where she went wrong. Seeing her wearing nothing but bad rags despite the reputation her family held.

“Young lady, mind the tone you use when talking to me…go to your room and freshen up,” Antonia said in a warning tone. Her cat-like eyes shifted the wine glass placed on the side table by the servants, and her daughter wasn't happy.

“Mom, I didn't come here to sit or listen to your family drama… I have things to do if you can excuse me” Lia said, rolling her eyes and preparing to leave, but stopped when Antonia slammed her hand on the table angrily. She hated coming here more than anything.

“Don't be rebellious… I asked all your siblings to come here now, go and shower and make sure you don't wear such ridiculous clothes in my presence!” Antonia yelled,