8

Thelma.

I finished eating my breakfast in my bedroom and stood up from the chair. Walking to the mirror, I stared at my beautiful yellow reflection once again.

I have a sharp, pointed nose, and my blue eyes were sharp and enchanting. I smiled as I walked away from the mirror and stripped off my clothes to take my bath in the bathroom.

Stepping into the bathtub, I bathed quickly as I still wanted to meet with my father, knowing I had been avoiding him since the previous day.

I sighed, acknowledging my mother was partially right about me being a bit naive. I shouldn't have paid heed to Sandra and Ella's words, as they were closer to each other than to me. They sometimes behaved jealously because my parents were wealthier than theirs, and my father's company had won many prestigious awards and recognition in City B.

My mom actually wanted me to take over my dad's company instead of my elder brother, Steven Sabastain. Mom only acknowledged Steven as her adopted son, even though she op