Rosalía and Victor

I was a young girl of only 15, with dark hair, wavy black hair, black eyes, and small, full lips. I was born into a multi-millionaire family of businesspeople. I had a sister who was 16 years old, white, with blonde hair, black eyes, and small, full lips. Her name was Isabella, and we loved each other very much and were very close. We lived surrounded by luxury. My mother's name was Rosalía, and my father's name was Victor. They had been married for 14 years and still loved each other as much as the first day. My parents had been thinking about adopting a daughter for some time since they could no longer have children, and they had kept this secret from my sister and me until one night at dinner when they broke the news. My friend and I reacted furiously at the idea of ​​having an adopted sister from the orphanage, but they didn't care about our opinion. One spring morning, my sister and I overheard our parents talking, so we went downstairs and saw a 10-year-old girl. I said coldly to my parents, "And who is she?" And they told me that she was our new sister named Sofia and that we should treat her like our own blood sister, and I reacted furiously because that girl was a nuisance. My sister and I made life impossible by breaking our things and making a mess in our room and on our clothes, and my sister and I were fed up even though our parents still loved us too