"You're late, you know you have a curfew, right?" I exclaimed in a deep voice, staring at her in an intimidating look.

"I'm sorry, we did some school projects with my classmates, that's why I came home late..." My step daughter apologized in a nervous tone, looking down.

"Is that it?" I mumbled. I leaned in closer and placed a hand on her waist, pulling her closer. "Be mommy's good girl and behave, because we're going to talk in your room, honey."