Amber and Sophia sat across from each other in a quiet corner of a restaurant, their animosity palpable. Their eyes locked in a silent standoff until Sophia cut through the tension. She raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The prodigal step-sister returns.” She paused, her gaze lingering on Amber’s face before adding, “Wherever you were, it looks good on you…That doesn’t mean we’re friends now.” She added with a pinch of condescension.

Amber’s expression relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.” She told her, but deep down, she knew it was a lie....