Monday,
4 February, 2019.
3:12㏘.
MORGAN MILTON.
“Drew, you see, you're getting a little flesh. My mom said to me as I walked to her study. But not too much son”. I chuckled as I sat down and her maid walked in with a tray of tea.
“To what do I owe this bloody visit Drew?”. Melanie Milton questioned me.
“Always the pleaser mom. She rolled her eyes. How well do you know Brooke?”.
“I believe we met her the same day. Her slanted eyebrow drew up, as her forehead creased. What's the problem Drew?”
“Nothing, mom. Her eyebrow was still up. Seriously mom, it's nothing”.
“It better be. I can't have you playing detective”. We shared a look, then we just burst out laughing. Her golden hazel eyes were getting wrinkled, but even at that. She's still a beauty. My mom has misse
