Getting married

Sheila's POV

“Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!”

Phoebe's voice echoed in the living room as she sang obnoxiously loud. Her presence fueled my anger and made my blood boil. How could she be sitting there smiling after what she had done?

“Why are you back home so early?” Fiona, my stepmother, inquired as soon as she saw me enter the house.

"I...I got fired," I confessed reluctantly.

She walked over to me and slapped me hard across the face. “That is for laying your filthy hands on my precious daughter!”

Phoebe smirked at me, grinning widely while my father, who was reading his newspaper, shook his head in disappointment. I wished I could disappear as tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

“You're just pathetic! Look at you, unable to even keep a simple job as a waitress. How did you expect to keep a man then? I'm certain you deliberately wanted to get fired because of what happened earlier this morning," Fiona sneered.

I remained silent, knowing arguing with