~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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From the corner of my right eye, I spotted my stepmother walking towards my direction.
Internally, I cringed at the thought of her seeking me out because I didn't want her talking to me.
If I had known she would be the first to embrace me when we arrived in Prasporia, I would have delayed and let the others go first.
"Deborah," she softly called my name and I rolled my eyes in frustration but didn't stop.
"Deborah," she called again and I pretended not to hear.
What does she want from me now?
Was she here to remind me how unfortunate I was to have married someone as cruel as Lauren or the fact that I would be getting married to my brother? Or so I thought.
"May I have a moment with you, my dear," she called out and I groaned but came to a stop and faced her.
My father had sternly warned me to be nice to his second wife right from when I was little and I had thought to myself, instead of being nice, why don't I just avoid her altogether.
