“Do not raise your voice at your father, Clara,” she scolded, her tone dripping with annoyance. “You are being incredibly selfish right now. You only think about yourself and your expensive little school projects. You need to understand that this family has other priorities right now.”
I looked at my mother in absolute disbelief.
“Other priorities?” I echoed. “What could possibly be a higher priority than your daughter getting into one of the best medical schools in the country?”
Tiffany finally looked up from her phone. She offered me a bright, deeply condescending smile.
“Well, since you asked,” she chirped, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, “I am officially launching my new lifestyle and wellness boutique online next month. It is going to be a massive lifestyle brand. I am going to sell curated aesthetic home goods and wellness supplements to my followers, and Mom and Dad are the primary investors.”
