Briar
“Miss James, your father is expecting you today.” A warm elderly woman in a white shirt and brown uniform answered the room. Her white top had the James family insignia.
We didn’t have branded uniforms when I lived here. I could imagine something like that was Naomi’s idea.
“Please wait for him in the living room. While I announce your arrival,” she said.
She wandered off to get my dad.
“Wow,” I whispered.
I walked into the living room. Being here reminded me of the disastrous wedding. The house was quiet and cold now. I bet they expected it to be filled with the warmth of a child’s laughter in the months to come.
I was about to sit when the sound of shattering glass stopped me.
“Corinne, who’s at the door!”
Heavy footsteps followed before white lace material appeared li
