The Annoying Stepmom
When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.
My dad, however, was beaming. He pulled me over, ignored my confusion and reluctance, and said excitedly, “She’s Scarlett. You’ve met her before at dinner. She’s going to be your mom now.”
She wore a loose cardigan that hung over her large frame.
After hearing my dad’s words, she gave me a fake smile. “Pearl, do you remember me? We had dinner together once with your dad and your godfather.”
I did remember. Her name was Scarlett Campbell.