The Letter

Most would expect her to dread such a meeting. The unwholesome relationship between the youngest offspring of the Williams family, and his father was as clear as crystal.

The atmosphere predictably might be choking, and awkward, but Tessa already has a plan.

And finally, it was noon.

“Tessa! I can see their car! — They're here!” A shriek was heard from downstairs, and it undoubtedly came out of Sophia's lips.

A few hours ago, the two returned to the penthouse to prepare the meals, and regardless of how quick Tessa considers hers, she undeniably needed help.

Sophia, the maid, regarded a close friend unfailingly aided, and together, both thrived in making several meals.

“Really? They're 30 minutes early. Fuck… I'll be down in a minute!” Although her yell wasn't as raucous as Sophia's, Tessa was certain she heard her.

Again, she averted her eyes back to her reflection from the full-bodied mirror in the room she shared with Doreen. She was dressed in a chic fitted trouser, and a si