you were waiting for your stepdaughter to arrive at the house as it was past midnight. you looked at your watch and sighed in frustration when suddenly someone opened the door—it was amara.

the moment she saw you, she crossed her arms. "look, if you're going to scold me again, don't even start," she said, as she walked towards the kitchen to find something to eat. she had just finished partying at her friend's house. "where's the food? i'm starving," she asked, her tone filled with attitude.