Gemotions

"I can't believe she did this to us," Amelia muttered, pacing the length of the sunroom. Her sister, Chloe, sat on a floral-print sofa, calmly sipping tea. Amelia felt a surge of cold fury.

It wasn't that the house itself was important. It was that Chloe would get the easy life, the pretty house, while Amelia would have to struggle. Their grandmother's decision was a final insult.

Amelia’s fingers tightened on her inherited antique teacup. She’d meticulously inventoried everything, ensuring that Chloe got nothing of value. The lawyer's words had been music to her ears. The things the grandmother loved most would not go to Chloe.

Her gaze hardened, fixed on Chloe. This was a war, and she intended to win. Let her sit there and drink tea, Amelia thought.