The fair lady’s confusion quickly gave way to suspicion, then outrage as she turned to face the other women. “Which one of you did it? Which one of you fed her? Answer me. Andreea… She may be your sister, but she is my daughter now, and that is mytask and mine alone, so-”
“It wasn’t Andreea. It was me,” interrupted the other: a pale, twenty-something girl with a slender, boyish frame, long brown hair, and a humbled yet not quite defeated air. “She started to cry while we were in traffic. I couldn’t think what else-”
“You are never to feed my daughter, Antonia. Not under any circumstances. If I ever hear of you doing that again, I swear to God-”