Isabella overheard Mabel's comment and rolled her eyes, retorting, "You're the one who followed me around. You should be thanking me; I did share my food with you."
"But it's because of you stopped talking about my mommy," Mabel grumbled, turning her head away in disappointment.
Isabella's frown deepened as she crossed her arms. "First of all, you're foolish if you asked me about your mother. Second of all, I don't have any obligation to tell you about her."
Mabel fell silent, acknowledging the truth in Isabella's words. She had been the one pressuring Isabella for information about her mother, someone Isabella clearly despised.
"I'm sorry, I just... Wanted to know about her," Mabel admitted, lowering her head. "I don't even know her face or her name. The only thing I know is what you said about her, and it made me feel like she was not a good person."
