Why The Stolen Party Sequel

The Stolen Party Sequel “Who do they think they are? You can be anything you want to be, but you’re not a maid!” Rosaura’s mom, Herminia, hissed. Rosaura stared blankly at the two bills. Why would Seora Inés do this? Sadness and anger rushed through her veins. Am I really just a maid to them? Some sort of personal servant they can use? She clenched the money tightly, her hand pressed against the brown, ripped, leather seats. The smell of gas clouded her nostrils as she sat in the red, compact car. The money kept tight against her dress the entire car ride, as soon as she got home she ran to her room and put the money in a flowery purse by her nightstand. Her house was a shanty apartment, only including 1 bedroom and a kitchen combined with
From the corner of her eye, she could see Luciana and Senora Ines’s shocked faces and rigid bodies. She felt bad for Luciana, but Seora Inés deserved that. A wave of relief suddenly rushed over her like a cool breeze. She went down the stairs and saw her mom dusting off the fan. The “Mom! We have to go, I can’t stay here anymore! Please, let’s go!” Rosaura begged, tears coming down her face. Her mom looked confused, but upon seeing Rosaura’s tears, she gathered her things and left the house urgently. Seora Inés came down the stairs hurriedly, but was ignored by both Herminia and Rosaura. “Rosaura, what happened?” her mother questioned as soon as they got into the car. “Senora Ines is making me do all this work! I’m not going back there again! You were right mom, I'm always going to be a maid to them.” Rosaura whimpered, sniffling. “Oh Rosie.” Her mother comforted her, wiping the tears away from Rosaura’s face. Herminia started the car and began to drive home, glancing at Rosaura every chance she got. “Did she make you do chores at the party as well, Rosaura?” her mother inquired softly. “Yeah,” Rosaura muttered, feeling sorry for herself, her head hung low. She tried to hide the tears gushing down her face.. Hermina looked at Rosaura empathetically. “It’s not your fault, Rosaura. It's a tad of theirs. They were the ones who didn’t respect you, all you did was set boundaries,” she remarked. When they reached the apartment again, Rosaura quickly changed her clothes and collapsed on the bed. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about her sudden outburst at Senora Ines. Why did I do that? Is Luciana still going to be friends with me? No. I am not a fan of a sham! Why would she, I mean we don’t even see each other anymore? Her mind started to overflow with paranoia, and suddenly she found her mom sitting beside her. “Rosaura, I know you don’t want to go back there, however, I do. You have