Elena’s POV

I was halfway through changing out of my jeans when my bedroom door flew open so hard it hit the wall and bounced back.

My mother stood there like a storm that had finally decided to make landfall.

Her hair was perfect. Her makeup flawless. Her eyes burning.

“You humiliated us,” she said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Again.”

I didn’t even bother to cover myself properly. I just pulled my hoodie tighter and leaned against my dresser. “Good morning to you too, ...