The Mansion – Family Drama Deluxe
The mansion loomed ahead like something out of a mob boss fantasy — columns, fountains, over-the-top marble statues. At least ten servants were lined up like it was Downton Abbey.
As soon as we stepped out, Henry, my father, came rushing out of the entrance like an excited child on Christmas morning.
“Nara, my dear!” he boomed, sweeping her into a warm, fatherly bear hug. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”
Nara smiled genuinely for the first time in hours. “Thank you, Henry.”
Completely ignored me.
Not a handshake. Not a ‘hey, kid.’ Nothing.
Stepmonster Evelyn came up next, stiff as a board in a designer suit, giving us both a formal, thin-lipped smile. “Welcome back.”
“Charmed,” I deadpanned.
“Evelyn,” Nara greeted politely.
I couldn’t even be bothered
