Two sisters fights for the attention of one man, doing all they can to outrun each other, will they see the handwriting on the wall and rephrase their steps?.
Two sisters fights for the attention of one man, doing all they can to outrun each other, will they see the handwriting on the wall and rephrase their steps?.
In the city of Sunnyvale, there lived a family who owned a small clothing store downtown. We had the father " Mr. Antonio Torres, the mom" Mrs. Idris Torres with their daughters " Ivanna and Juliana Torres", although they were sisters, both had different personalities that remarkably distinguish them.
Ivanna Torres, known as the party diva, goes to all the parties all over town with her friends, and surprisedly, she was known by all. Abruptly She wasn't the studying type, as it gives her no pleasure in it. She would prefer partying than study, irrespective of her parent's guidance and support, to her it was and I quote " time-wasting", apart from partying the second thing Ivanna liked was fashion, she dreams of owning a clothing empire. Whereas Julia Torres, known as the book worm of the family, loves reading and it gives her pleasure in it, I won't say she didn't find other things fun, she did but loved spending her free time watching documentaries
Everything time, she tunes in to watch, Ivanna grumbles, saying it was too boring, our Ivanna hated watching that with her and miss out on a chance to watch her K-Pop drama.
Ivanna graduated from high school, due to the pleadings from her parents, whereas Julianna not only graduated from high school but also a graduate of the interior designing at Lowell university.
Life decided to push them at opposite sides with the entrance of a young, tall, muscular, blue-eyed, 29-year-old eligible bachelor "Derick Green", as he infiltrates their life when he moved new to town in order to get away from his old life and start a new one. Derick Green plays the role of arousing the good, worst, and the demons in the lives of both girls.
(STORY)
It was another Saturday morning, birds chirping, leaves swriling and Ivanna was still fast asleep, with no possible vigor of getting up, when she heard a big slam on her ears, that shoved her off the bed to the floor laying flat on her face.
" Good morning Ivanna", she screamed, holding two stainless steel Chuckling at her.
Ivanna raged with anger, peeking at her with a scheme of action for the stunt she pulled, hence Juliana figured it out and ran downstairs with Ivanna hot on her tails.
Stop it", their mom yelled at them, but Ivanna was headstrong to teaching her sister a lesson. Julianna realized who her sister was and apologize to her but still, Ivanna wanted a payback, but was halted by her dad .
A few moments later Mrs. Torres announced it was time for breakfast and they were all sited at the dining room with the food placed at the center.
Mrs. Torres sat down and they all jammed their hands to pray. Ivanna couldn't wait for the prayers to end and the moment it did, she lunges in like a hungry lion, shoving her face with the food.
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