After retouching her makeup and looking at herself in the mirror for the hundredth time, she met Andrew in the living room. She wore a pretty beige dress that ended just below her knees. Andrew had laid for it, of course. There was no way she would have afforded it. He was dressed smartly; he wore a blazer with a white shirt underneath, but no tie. He eyed her hungrily, kissed her lips when she neared him.
"Do you think they'll like me?"
That question plagued her the entire day. She had absolutely no idea of how they were like, of how they would treat her. Andrew mentioned having a younger sister that was four years his junior. In truth, she didn't know what to expect from them. She hoped for the best, of course. She imagined they would be a lot like him. But she wanted his reassurance
