Isabella’s POVThe girl slowly walked down the staircase. Every step was filled with confidence, and that was when I realized the designer dress she was wearing was mine! The realization made my eyes twitch just as she stopped beside my mother and looked me up and down.The disgust on her face was impossible to miss.“Mom, who is this?” she asked. Mom? Is my mom her mom? I blinked in surprise. My mother looked horrified, “Sophia, I've told you to stop calling me that.”“What?” Sophia frowned, “You’re my mom.”“Who is she?” I asked my mom, glaring at her, “What is she doing here?”Sophia laughed, “What am I doing here? I live here.”I nearly choked, “You what?”Sophia folded her arms, “I said I live here. Are you deaf?”My face crumpled as I turned to my mom, anger coursing through me. I did not leave Vanessa and Adrian to be insulted here.“Mom, who is this imposter? Remove her before I lose my temper!” I snapped.My mom sighed, “Darling, please calm down,” then she turned to the gi
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