((( Jasmin POV's )))
"Clarita!" she challenged.
I mentally rolled my eyes. I could have had slapped her already if she wasn't my father's wife. Lilibeth was already catching up to her bad ugly attitude. I stood up unwillingly, stretching my body that was still exhausted from yesterday's work.
"Alright. I'll make her coffee."
"Coffee?!" Nadine scoffed. "Good heavens, she's too young to drink that junk!"
"Then buy some breakfast," I replied. My blood was seething at her. She was about to rant back when a voice distracted our heated conversation.
"Hey sis, where's my phone charger?" Dexter asked Nadine. His hair was so unkempt and needed haircut badly. The flabby stomach he's growing from idling around all day was bulging through his loose shirt. I rolled my eyes for real.
