Confession

STORM

Wait, what did Miranda mean by that? Surprises? I had a feeling that the surprises she was talking about were not the normal fluffy balloons and cake. What the hell was she talking about?

I knew that asking about my father’s death from my stepmother was a waste, but perhaps, if I could bait Miranda, she might tell me something I want to hear, or would aid me in my next course to take.

I looked up and she was right at my door, about to turn the knob when I called out her name, calmly but firmly.

“Miranda...come back here. We are not done talking..” I stated, maintaining my cool when she turned around, a smirk on her lips, and her arms folded across her chest.

“You want to talk now…sister…well, sorry, I doubt that I would want to ruin the surprises that mama has planned for you? You think that she has ever forgiven you for what you had done to my brother, Manuel?” she asked, before breaking into an outburst of sinister laughter which troubled me no small deal. “No..,she never