LOVE IN DISGUISE

for the latest trends and must-haves. My friends even joke that I should have my own personal shopping cart, considering how often I'm there. But h

od up hurriedly, but my head spun, and I felt dizzy. I hadn't eaten lunch, and I often forget to eat altogether. It's not someth

ctions aren't cutting it. Watching movies and scrolling through Instagram, stalking hot celebrities and models, only goes so f

but my attention span is shorter than ever. I've tried drawing, but my skills are lacking, to say th

stomach growl. Maybe I should eat something. But w

e screen as I chatted with my friends. Just then, someone knocked on my door, and I saw a head popping in as I raised my head. I knew it wasn't my mother because she didn't need permission b

e stood there in her 5'0" auburn-haired, green-eyed, model-figure glory, looking like she just stepped off the cover of a magazine. I still remembered when I was younger and everyone used

es sparkling with mischief. "What's up, sis?"

row. Mira travels all the time for her modeling career, and I was surprised she was still in town. Ins

chuckled, knowing that Mira's moods could change faster than the wind

probably be back in a couple of hours." Mira nodded her

ping up from the bed. "I'm prepping spaghetti. Would you

wrong, I love cooking... sometimes. But today, I just couldn't muste

ollowed by the savory aroma of sizzling meat and tomatoes. My stomach growled in ant

e aroma of freshly cooked spaghetti filled the air, making my stomach growl with anti

cream like a giddy teenage girl, "Girls!" I hurriedly put my clothes away before strutting down

ug him. But, as usual, my dad was never cheery with me. I once overheard him talking to Mom, scratch that, they were screaming at each other,

his voice distant. "I'm good," I said, removing myself from him, trying to hide the hurt. I didn't want

ng excitedly about her latest modeling gig,

outsider in my own family. He had his favorite, Mira, and I wasn't jealous, or at least I

a father-daughter conversation, at least not one that didn't involve him criticizing me or telling me what I

he door, hesitating for a moment, before he motioned me to enter. I sat on a lea

e?" I said, tryi

bad sign. He only used my full name when he was about t

ly, because he knows damn well that I have. I nodded

to do," he said calmly, but I knew

oom, hoping someone would intervene, but I wa

low and serious. I dreaded what he was about t

started, his voice laced with disappointment. "I thought you were goi

I was a disappointment to him. Nothing c

," he said, his words d