The porch fell silent. Lady Cadelaria's eyes widened, her pride shattering. She looked at her husband as if he was a stranger. "Apologize? Marius, is it me that you are telling to apologize?"
Sienna was pushed out of the door by grandma Byra. In her arms, Ali was hiccuping softly. The little girl had her hands wrapped tightly around Sienna's neck.
Mrs. Miller put her hand on Sienna's arm. "Yes. Apologize to my daughter. She has had to endure your tantrums, verbal abuse, snide remarks, ugly looks and who knows what else for over five years. As a mother with a daughter yourself, would you wish that on your own child?"
Lady Cadelaria rose, eyes burning fiercely. It was clear that she did not want her daughter Cyra to be hurt verbally or physically.
"Ah, so your child is a child but my mine is not." Mrs. Miller sneered, folding her arms. "Apologize, right now. Or I will make sure the whole world know what you did."
