Mariana:
I watched the chaos unfold before my eyes. My sister's life had shifted from the worst to what should have been the best.
But the moment my father revealed her mate's earlier intentions, I saw sadness creep across her face. It broke my heart.
We grew up in a mansion where everything depended on perception. If we did well, we were praised.
If we made a mistake, our father would remind us of it every few seconds in front of the people we cared about. Those people would change their opinions based on how he treated us.
I knew that once he exposed those intentions, she would not be as accepting of him or as happy about their marking. She would not be the same as before.
But that was my father. He had done it on purpose.
It was his way of handing her a taste of happiness and then taking it away.
After they left, he began pacing the living room. He clenched his fist every few seconds and grunted at me and my mother as he cornered us.
