After gathering up way too much courage and telling myself everything was going to be fine, I finally stepped inside the main house. In my head, I kept chanting like a mantra: ‘She just wants to talk, Mia. She just wants to talk.’
As soon as I walked through the front door, the maid escorted me down the hallway toward Vanessa's office, telling me she was already inside waiting for me.
When we reached the heavy wooden door, I knocked gently, and her sharp voice told me to come in.
“Mia, how are you?” she asked the second I stepped into the room.
As always, she was wearing her most expensive-looking dress, her hair neatly styled, and her makeup completely flawless.
Looking at her, I couldn't help but wonder if my father was with her for her money or her beauty, since my mother never had
