CHAPTER 4
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! Paris! You’ve always been the lucky one! Not like me! I’ve been behind the eight ball all my life,” Lorna cried out, suffocated by jealousy.
All right, a wretched beginning, then! Yet, I should have expected it. I should have known that Lorna would look at everything only in relation to her. She had never been able to be happy for someone else. I should have seen it coming. I should have imagined that she would whine and be upset she wasn’t in my shoes.
Lorna was my cousin though, and that was why I was trying to get along with her. “Family always comes first,” grandpa used to say. “They are annoying sometimes, and most of them are petty and unbearable, but they are your family and you have my sense of duty, so you’d be able to put up with them quite well
