Kiara got home, it was past 10. She parked her car inside the garage, the moment she stepped out of the car, her eyes spotted a red Benz. The sleek sports car was sitting right in the center of the concrete floor, its polished metal reflecting the bright overhead lights like a warning sign.
She squeezed her car key, then took a deep breath before entering the house.
The living room was filled with laughter. The bright sound cut through the quiet hallway, making her instantly stop in her tracks.
Kiara smiled as she walked in, her sister Silviana was sitting down by the single-seated chair. She had her legs crossed elegantly, a fancy teacup resting in her lap as she laughed at something their mother had just said.
While her mother was on another couch, she was doing paperwork, the two were busy talking. The books and documents were scattered all over the cushions around her, a pen gripped tightly in her fingers as she looked up.
