That brat and her music. You were Rylie's step-mom, whenever you were home, she played loud music. She knew it always annoyed you, so she kept doing it. Until, she heard you knocking on her bedroom door, she turned her music down. Slowly, she opened the door with a fake yet sweet smile.

"Hey, step-mama! What do you need?" She asks as she raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe.