She’s always been like that

The sound of my mother's voice sent a chill down my spine, one that burrowed deep and settled into my chest. It wasn't just the tone perfectly polished, dripping with icy authority but what it represented: the storm that always followed in her wake.

She walked into the room as if she owned it, her presence commanding and deliberate. 

"Carmen," she said smoothly, her dark eyes locking onto mine. Her lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It's been far too long."

I forced a neutral expression, though my fists clenched at my sides. "Not long enough," I muttered under my breath.

Ciara snickered from her corner, but Elena shot me a warning glance. Her hand brushed mine briefly—a silent reminder to keep my cool.

"Mother," I said aloud, my voice stiff. "What brings you here so early? The anniversary isn't until tomorrow."

She tilted her head slightly, feigning innocence. "Oh, must I have a reason to visit my daughters?"