Anya

"Who are you?" I tilted my head and looked at Maggie. "Oh, right, the daughter of my stepmother's cousin." "Yes, I am your cousin." Maggie proudly raised her head like a haughty swan. I had to admit that she was favored by God. Her appearance was similar to Madonna's, but her aura and demeanor were distinctive. However, her aloofness and arrogance didn't work on me. I sneered. "Cousin? There are a lot of letters between S and J in the alphabet. Why should I consider you my cousin? "May I ask why you are? This is the Brown family. Did you come for some food?" Instantly, Maggie's face darkened. Glancing at Maggie, Odette tried to smooth things over. "You don't know Maggie. She grew up with Abdi, his childhood sweetheart." "Got you. Another pauper counting on the Smith family." I stood up and flicked the dust that was invisible to the naked eyes, from my skirt. "In that case, you are unqualified to point a finger at me." "You!" Maggie slapped the armrest. "You're too arrogant!" I frowned