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teeth. Could this day really get much worse? She didn’t know Diego’s bratty kid and didn’t particularly care to after the horrendous day she’d had.
    She surreptitiously checked out the house as Diego hung up Alisha’s coat. Wow. White marble everything. Spiral staircase, burgundy carpeting. It was like something out of a design magazine. And all of this for just Diego and his kid? It was a far cry from her and Alisha’s run-down town house with mismatched garage-sale furniture.
    A small movement caught Issa’s eyes and she noticed a girl sauntering down the spiral staircase. A tiny smirk on her lips, the girl made her way to the base of the stairs, her narrow hips creating figure eights as she walked, her silky hair swishing around the waist of her white dress. Not just any girl. Cat Morena.
    Issa heard a strange gurgling sound in her throat. Cat Morena was Diego’s daughter? It couldn’t be! Was she being “punked”?
    The wicked smile Cat shot Issa assured her this was no dream. She was real. Deadly real.
    â€œCatalina, meet Issa, Alisha’s daughter. I am sure you two have seen each other at school, yes?” Diego kissed his daughter’s outstretched hand.
    â€œOf course, Papi. Issa and I have some common friends. Adam, right?” Cat said the words so sweetly, Issa almost believed the innocent tone herself. “We were just talking about her last weekend while studying.”
    Studying? Yeah, he was studying your a— “Girl, I think you were doing a lot more than studying!” Issa spat before she could stop herself.
    â€œIssa!” Alisha looked shocked. “What on earth…”
    Anger took over her words and Issa felt herself starting to lose control. “Adam and I broke up. And it’s because of—”
    â€œAdam was not good enough for you. Not to worry, chica. He’ll get what he deserves,” Cat said in a reassuring voice. “Alisha, tell your daughter. Those high-school boys, so fickle. One day they are yours, the next, going after someone prettier and more popular.”
    What the hell kind of game was she playing? How did she manage to make every insult sound like a compliment? “I—”
    â€œWe should sit,” Diego interrupted, looking over at Alisha. Pity, he looked as if he had no idea of the kind of activities that went on up in his house.
    Dip in the hot tub, anyone?
    Issa seethed and remembered Cat’s words this morning.
    Off to help your mommy scrub the floors.
    Oooh, when Alisha found out, Diego would get hell. That would put an end to this screwed-up relationship.
    â€œIt is such an honor to finally have you here for dinner, Professora! ” Cat practically purred, taking Alisha’s arm and leading her to the living room with Issa dragging her feet behind.
    She was going to ignore Cat, get through this dinner and never speak to her mother again.
    â€œCall me Alisha. Please.” Alisha smiled at Cat, earning a scornful look from Issa.
    Diego and Alisha sat next to each other on a white leather couch, with Cat taking the ottoman. That left the love seat on which Issa perched, trying to edge as far away from the Morenas as possible.
    The leather couch was sticking to her pants. She gingerly pulled her low-rise jeans up, the squeaking noise attracting Cat’s attention.
    â€œIs that a tattoo?” Cat said in an overtly loud voice. Knowing Cat, she was hoping Alisha didn’t know and Issa would get busted for it.
    Diego stopped talking and glanced over at Issa with a frown.
    Issa quickly pulled her sweatshirt down over the Om tattoo on her hip. The previous year she’d been obsessed with Sanskrit, the ancient Indian language, and had half joked she would love to have the symbol of the whole universe tatooed on her to remind herself to keep her cool through the crazy teenage years. To her surprise, Alisha had agreed to let Issa get the tattoo on her sixteenth