Chapter 8. The Last Count

Madeline's POV

I grabbed my scarf from my dress’ rack and went outside my room while circling the scarf around my neck. I saw Ariana and my stepmother already in front of the dining table with coffees and bread. They glared at me as they watched me approaching the cabinet in order to cook eggs. 

“What a frustration,” I heard the sassy Ariana say behind me. “You should be the one waking up first before us. Did you have a date last night for you to sleep beyond the past night’s hour?” 

Ugh, this bitch… I rolled my eyes and answered her without looking at her, “Why would I? I am not like you,” I said deadpan. 

“What? Ugh, Mom, listen to her!” she rumbled. 

“Madeline, remember that you are under my roof. Maintain your respect!” my stepmother said. “Don’t mind her, dear. She is just jealous because you are prettier than her.” 

Oh, I don’t respect people when they can’t even give respect to me. 

My wo