“No. I won’t,” Nina growled as she stomped her feet with her hands clenched and beads of perspiration forming on her forehead.

“You won’t?” Constanza dropped the magazine she was reading on the side of the sofa as she adjusted the pearls on her neck.

“You heard me. You don’t get to tell me what to do with my life,” Nina continued.

“Your life?” Constanza scoffed as she rose from where she sat.

“The life I own?” She beat her chest with pride.

Nina ...