From Housekeeper to Stepmother
I managed to dodge, but a few drops of milk still splashed onto my face.
Megan looked triumphant, shouting, “Lexie, I haven’t even started with you for last time! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your cheap, dead mother!”
I glanced towards the doorway, then started crying out, “Dad, I’m your own daughter! Megan isn’t even officially part of the family yet, and she’s already treating me like this. What will people think?”
My dad walked in right then, putting on an act as if he was scolding Megan.