It's a few minutes past 4:00 p.m., and we're all in the dining room. I am eating the dessert the chef made, while little Ariana is currently munching on her meal. She looks nothing like her mother; she bears no resemblance to Parker either—she's just little and cute. Well, not too cute; she's feisty and hasn't stopped staring at me since she arrived from school.
When she could no longer contain her curiosity, she dropped her cutlery and shifted her gaze to her mother. "Mom, who is she? Is she Parker's girlfriend?" She asked, pointing to me.
"Oh, you're right. Finish your meal, and then we can talk; you must be hungry," Maria encouraged her.
She picked up her cutlery, but after taking a bite, she dropped the spoon.
"Why is she Parker's girlfriend? Why does Parker have a girlfriend? Am I not enough for him?" She frowned, then added, "I don't approve of this relationship; Parker is mine. Parker says I'm the most beautiful girl he's seen. So I'm definitely his favorite."
