Maybe she had changed her mind; that's what I thought when I saw my aunt's invitation to the house. Could she have reasoned with the lawyer to change the conditions written in the Will? I don't think so. My aunt wasn't as nice as that. But why did she invite me to the house? I wondered as I sat down in the living room of the house waiting for her to come down and attend to me.
My head snapped up as I heard footsteps approaching along the stairs. It was my aunt Nadia. She was in a knee-length red dress, the color of the dress complimented her skin, making her look younger than she was.
This is what she used my mother's money to do. She indulged herself in skincare products, expensive dresses, designer bags and shoes and expensive jewelry. She and her daughter, Clara, shared the same pur
