"Wait!" Rona Langdon said quickly. "I'm out of money again, so…"
"Fine!" Susan Caldwell's voice grew even colder. "I'll send you some money in a bit."
She hung up as soon as she finished speaking. The phone call had instantly soured her good mood. 'This is so frustrating!' she thought. 'How could I have a biological mother like Rona Langdon! She asks for money every single time she calls! She's just like a vampire!'
In the Caldwell family, she was the high and mighty Young Miss, respected by all. Her food, her clothes, her school—everything was the best Veridia had to offer. Her comfortable life and respectable social status left her feeling utterly content.
But every phone call from Rona Langdon was a reminder. 'I was born of that crude woman, not a true daughter of the Caldwell family at all!'
Someone shouted from outside, "Susan, the performance is about to start! Aren't you changed yet?"
