"Drawing inspiration from you?" Adele sassed at her without holding back her anger. She said to her, "It's just like the kettle calling the pot black, that's quite rich coming from your mouth, mother." Her tone held a note of finality that sliced through the air around them.
Angelica's mouth opened and closed at the same time without a single word coming out and she almost looked like a fish that had stepped out of its comfort zone and was now gasping for air on land. She looked at her daughter with her wide, unbelieving eyes and couldn't take the insult lying down.
