Bianca.

“Where are you coming from?” she asked.

“Mother,” I called, searching around for Father.

“Answer my questions,” she said calmly, but her voice was laced with venom.

“I escorted my brother," I replied, which caused her to flare up. She stood up from her seat and walked towards me, fixing her gaze on me. I gasped for air as her intense stare suffocated me.

“Mother,” I gasped.

“Bianca, I think we need to talk. It’s high time I tell you everything, or else you won’t understand your mother’s worries."

I looked up, gazing into her eyes. “I don’t understand you, mother.”

“You will understand soon, darling.” She smiled. “Let’s...