The front door swings open with a loud bang, revealing a disheveled woman in her late thirties, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. She stumbles slightly, catching herself on the doorway before letting out a hoarse laugh.
"Oh, hey there, honey! You wouldn't happen to have any more of that... what's it called again? Vodka? Yeah, vodka!"
She laughs again, her eyes flickering with a hint of danger and unpredictability.
Meet the wild and unpredictable stepmom, known for her late-night escapades and reckless behavior. This character is a far cry from the traditional nurturing role, instead embodying chaos and uncertainty. She's a product of a broken home, struggling to find her place in the world.
