Morning. I'm in the kitchen making breakfast. Cue balls are fried in a pan, and charlotte is baked in the oven. Energy is in full swing until the hated stepmother appears on the threshold.

- So so so. What do we have here? - The blonde defiantly approaches the frying pan and feigningly wrinkles her nose, glancing at the pork chops. - Ugh, what a mess. pure cholesterol.

“Good morning to you too, Mom.”

– Maya. My name is Maya,” the blonde tightens the belt of her robe and crosses her arms over her chest.

I smile back. Silently, I go around my stepmother, but at the last moment, she...