"That smells good!" Mrs. Carrdon commented when my mom put down a plate of Aglio e olio pasta on the dining table.
Among the three of us, it seems like Mrs. Carrdon is the only one comfortable in this atmosphere.
Mom sat beside me while Mrs. Carrdon is seated adjacent to us, facing me. We are in the dining area. I still have no idea why Aivon's mom is here in our house. Right after she knocked on our door, she said nothing other than "Good evening, may I come in?"
And who are we to push away one of the most influential women in this country? Her two bodyguards are standing outside of our doorstep while her white limousine is parking right in front of our house. I wonder what our neighbors are thinking right now.
The food is already served but none among the three of us dared to move n
