"Dariel, what is wrong with you?" Ohara demanded an explanation. Her voice was harsh and her frown was foul.
"I do not know what you mean," Dariel shrugged feigning ignorance.
"Do not dare play that game with me! What do you mean our own daughter is a guest?! That is false, she is not a guest and she can never be a guest. She came here to visit and you seem to be prepared to make her uncomfortable," Ohara's frown deepened.
"That was not my intention, Ohara. Believe me," Dariel replied.
"I do not believe that one bit. Firstly, you are frowning, you are grouchy. Secondly, you do not seem too pleased about her visit, and thirdly, you are simply being annoying.".
"Listen my dear, I have nothing against Angelica coming here to visit. What I will not tolerate though is her insolence towards her husband. She did not inform him that she would be here. Imagine if he is upset and looking for her? A man should always know where his wife is," Dariel said.
