Amari and Grandma Josefina both turned toward the door at the same time. Their gazes instantly fell on the people who had just walked in, and the sharp irritation on those faces was impossible to miss.
"How dare you still have the nerve to come here!" Emilia's voice thundered through the room, cutting the air like a whip. She didn't even bother to hide her fury, or the blatant disrespect laced in her words.
Amari froze for a brief moment, her lashes lowering as silence wrapped around her. She did not answer.
Because no matter how much Emilia spat venom at her, Amari still knew her place. Emilia was older. If she fought back now, it wouldn't just shame herself—it would break her grandmother's heart.
And Amari cared more about what her grandmother felt than anything else.
Grandma Josefina's face hardened instantly. "Emilia!" she snapped, her tone cold and sharp.
