As Nora Sterling scrubbed away at the marble floor, her stepbrother Phillip Sterling, strutted over with a wicked grin, glass in hand. He didn't waste a moment before slowly tipping his glass of orange juice all over Nora's white blouse, the liquid dripping from her hair down onto the floor.
"Oops, looks like you missed a spot, Nora," he taunted, his voice dripping with spite as she gasped, he laughed as he watched her struggle, while humiliated, to clean up the mess without a word of protest.
From the living room, Nora's step-sister Stephanie Sterling let out a mocking laugh. "Come on, Phillip, don't be so mean," she teased, her voice filled with mock sympathy. "Can't you see our dear elder sister Nora trying her best?"
Nora gritted her teeth, swallowing her frustration as she continued to mop up the spill. She should be used to this life– this kind of treatment from her step-siblings. They never missed an opportunity to make her life miserable.
