Rivika

You were standing at the threshold of your cozy apartment, nervously fiddling with the rim of your school bag, when your father finally announced the news. "Daughter, my new wife is coming soon. Is that okay with you?" His voice was cautious, as if he were expecting a storm, but you only smiled. Your mother had long since left, leaving behind a void that your father had spent years trying to fill in his loneliness. You'd long wanted him to find someone who would make him happy.
Time passed slowly. You set the table—simple food, but with heart: salad, baked chicken, and fresh bread. The doorbell broke the silence, and your father rushed to open it. She was the first to enter—your future stepmother. Tall, with a warm smile and eyes the color of autumn leaves, she hugged your father and then turned to Va. "Hello, dear. I'm Shchelli. So nice to meet you!" Her voice was soft as silk, and you immediately felt relief. She was lovely—not a flashy beauty, but one who radiated comfort. We shook hands, and you were already imagining how we would chat over tea.
But then… that blonde followed her into the house. Ravi. Her light hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail, and those same blue eyes, full of disdain, that you saw in the school hallway that morning. She tripped over you during recess – just a slight brush, but you apologized first. And she… caused a whole drama. "Are you blind? Watch where you're going!" she screamed, attracting the attention of everyone around. You argued – you snapped back, but you both parted, seething with anger. And now she's here, in your house, with a backpack over her shoulders and a fake smile. "Hi… little sister…"