Don't Mess With The Alley Kid

Synopsis

On the first day I was brought back to the family, the fake heiress threw herself into my mother's arms and sobbed that she'd be happy to move into the servants' quarters. Everyone in the room turned to look at me, their expressions practically shouting that this country girl was every bit as petty as they'd expected. I threw myself down onto the cold marble floor and let out a wail that put the fake heiress to shame. "Seriously? I just walked in the door and you're already trying to make me the evil sister? "Is this how the Evans family does a reunion? I haven't even had a chance to catch my breath, and you've already got a maid's room ready for me. What a warm welcome." My outburst sucked every last sound out of the living room. Sophia Evans was still clinging to my mother, her face glistening with delicate tears. Meanwhile, I was sprawled on the floor, crying like my whole world had just collapsed. Since she wanted to play the pitiful victim, I'd steal the spotlight right out from under her. If she wanted to act fragile, I'd make her look like the tyrant she really was. They all thought that just because I grew up in some nowhere town, I was some naive little thing they could push around. But what they didn't know was that I learned to read people in the wet market. And the best actors I ever saw were the deadbeats who owed money and still had the nerve to blame everyone else. The day the Evans family brought me back, they thought they'd knock me down a peg or two right from the start. What they didn't realize was that they weren't getting a meek little pushover. They were getting a loose cannon, the kind who blows up at the slightest provocation and then, once the dust settles, files her own police report, gathers her own evidence, and flips the table on her way out.