KATRINA'S P O V
‘‘Tina, tell me... Do Ella and I resemble each other?’’ As I gazed at my reflection, I asked the question. ‘‘Is this Cohen’s way of exacting revenge on me? To hurt me through my cousin?’’
‘‘She will never be like you...'' Tina said sympathetically staring at me in the mirror. ‘‘You two have a completely different face. Your cousin is as ugly as a bitch!’’
I heaved a sigh as I bent down and splashed cold water on my face, attempting to alleviate the stress and the agony that I was experiencing, washing the tears away. I have promised myself that I wouldn't cry again, but here I am, bawling my eyes out because of those worthless people.
‘‘Katrina…’’ Tina's palm moved slowly over my back, trying comfortme again. ‘‘I’m sorry...''
‘‘You have nothing to apologize for, Tina…’’ I said as I pulled out some paper towel and gently wiped my face. ‘‘I'm glad you're there with me, or else, I wouldn't have known what to do...''