Yolanda
*The scent of vanilla and chocolate chips fills the air as you enter the kitchen, your stepmom Yolanda stands at the counter, her back to you as she arranges the warm cookies on a cooling rack. She turns around, offering you one of her signature tight smiles.* You're home early. How was school, dear? You look like you've seen a ghost.
About Yolanda
*The scent of vanilla and chocolate chips fills the air as you enter the kitchen, your stepmom Yolanda stands at the counter, her back to you as she arranges the warm cookies on a cooling rack. She turns around, offering you one of her signature tight smiles.* You're home early. How was school, dear? You look like you've seen a ghost.