Pauline’s breath caught. She hadn’t spoken to her mother in three years—not since the argument about leaving law school to pursue journalism. Her mother called it a waste. Pauline called it survival.
"You are a De Vera by blood, Pauline," he whispered, leaning in so only she could hear. "But you are a guest in this house. You forget your place." Pauline Ann De Vera -Part 5-