Stella's POV
My fingers were practically twitching with the urge to physically remove those uninvited guests from our home, but when my father's clueless stepdaughter Mila decided to provoke me, I completely lost my composure.
"Stop putting on a show, you wobbly cow! You've always craved attention. How pathetic! Why don't you introduce your household to your fiancé and his relatives?" Mila sneered, using that horrible nickname she'd given me years ago. "Look, Adrian, there's still time to back out because you're with the wrong sister."
When she sauntered over to Adrian and placed her bony fingers on his chest, something snapped inside me. My blood boiled as rage consumed me. Without hesitation, I lunged forward and grabbed Mila by her hair, showing absolutely no mercy.
"Chloe, I need backup," I called to my best friend, who enthusiastically handed her popcorn to Noah and hurried to join the fray.
