Mara just gave a cold smirk. âWhatâs so tiring about it? No amount of hardship can compare to what you and Victoria have to endure. Sheâs got to juggle the choir and look after me, and Iâm just dead weight. You and Victoria bear the brunt of it, thatâs for sure.â
Victoriaâs face soured. âIf youâve got an issue, we can talk in private. Thereâs no need for these snide remarks.â
âOh? I was just saying you and Dad are working hard, thatâs all. Canât I even say that? You sure like to butt in, donât you? I already told you I wonât be your responsibility anymore. Canât I even vent a little?â
Her fork listlessly poked at the food on her plate, and Elton, seeing this, tapped her plate sharply.
âEat properly when youâre at the table. Whatâs with the attitude? Is there some beef between you two sisters? If thereâs something to say, spit it out. No need for the passive-aggressiveness.â
With that said, the two girls fell silent once more.
On the way to school, they didnât exchange a single glance, as if they were sworn enemies all of a sudden.
Elton sighed, increasingly baffled by the minds of his daughters.
Peace in the family leads to prosperity in all things. It is such a simple truth, yet why is it so hard to achieve?
From that day on, Mara never initiated a conversation with Victoria.
Days passed, and Victoria began to feel restless.
It was Mara who was at fault, yet she didnât apologize. Didnât she have any feelings at all?
Carrying her emotions with her, Victoria went to school for rehearsal. Distracted by Mar actions, she made mistake after mistake.
The teacher may not have said it outright, but her looks were becoming decidedly less friendly.
During the break, Balfour approached her unexpectedly. âIf you donât want to rehearse, just say so to the teacher. Donât let your personal issues hold back everyone else.â
Victoria was already simmering with frustration, and Balfourâs condescending advice only made her feel more aggrieved. âThe teacher hasnât said anything to me, so why are you lecturing me?â
Balfour frowned. âThe teacher might not have spoken, but arenât her glares obvious enough? Weâre all pressed for time here, and we canât afford to waste it because of you.
Nobody wants the whole batch ruined by one bad apple.â
âAre you calling me the bad apple?â Victoria asked incredulously, pointing at herself as Balfour remained silent.
âIf you keep up this attitude, the outcome is clear. Remember, you hold an important role in our class.â
âJust because your familyâs well-off, you think you can lecture people? If it werenât for your parentsâ
hard work, youâd just be an average student. What right do you have to act so high and mighty?â
Victoria had a hunch that Maraâs hostility had something to do with Balfour. The thought of past events infuriated her even more.
As Victoria spoke, Balfourâs expression grew colder. He hated when people brought up his family, especially his parents.
âVictoria, you like to play innocent, but without your parents, would you even be attending the same school as me?â
In that school, nobody came from an average background. One couldnât get in on good grades alone, and Victoria had no reason to act so self-righteous.
âIâm just giving you a heads-up. Take it seriously or not, itâs up to you.â Balfour swept out of the room after finishing his words, leaving Victoria stamping her foot in delayed frustration.