Chapter thirteen:

"M...Maya??"Amanda stammered, turning pale as if she had seen a ghost. "I’m sure you work here," Amanda said faking a smile to hide her shock.

Maya bit her bottom lip and chuckled. This knuckle head sister of hers hadn’t changed a bit.

"How is dad?" Maya couldn’t stopped herself from asking.

"Dad? The last time I checked he disowned you," Amanda chuckled. "And if you think you’re ever coming back, lemme tell you this. The night you left, dad himself forbade us from ever talking about you. He even said you’re dead to him. He said he only has one daughter and that is me," Amanda said proudly.

"You’re pathetic," Maya scoffed.

"Not as much as you are," Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Now if you don’t mind, help me try a wedding dress. Alfred will be here soon," Amanda said in an attempt to make Maya jealous.

"Didn’t you hear what she said?" Damian chipped in pointing to the worker.

"Oh puh...lease," Amanda rolled her eyes.

"And who are you to question me? I do what I want so go back to work and