"Frida, why aren't you ready yet?" Marcella's voice carried from the hallway as she walked in, arms crossed. "You should act as diligent as possible. This is your chance to finally shine in your father's eyes."
"Mom, I'm not interested in proving anything to Dad," Frida muttered, scrolling through her phone. "I started my own fashion business, but he still doesn't see it as an achievement." She paused, then added, "Besides, I have to go see Asher."
Marcella frowned. "Why would you go see him? Don't forget, he's Sara's ex."
Before Frida could respond, a sharp voice cut through the air.
"Your daughter slept with Asher behind Sara's back! Such shameless people, both of you!" Katherine spat, standing in the living room with fury blazing in her eyes. "First you lied to my son, claiming you were pregnant with his child, and now your daughter repeats your disgrace!"
Marcella's face darkened. "How dare you say such filthy things about me and my daughter?" she snapped.
