The living room door was wide open, sunlight filling the space. Lillian sat inside quietly working on her embroidery.
She wore a light mauve dress, head slightly bowed, her expression calm-it was the picture of serenity.
Shame that behind all that peace was a woman with far bigger ambitions.
Leslie walked up and kicked the door hard.
The loud bang made Lillian jerk her head up, startled, her eyes darting to Leslie.
"Y-Young Madam... what-what brings you here? I'm... I'm off today."
Leslie let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Why so nervous? Hugged Ackerley this morning, didn't you?"
Lillian's face turned pale. "N-No, it's not like that! We grew up together-he's like a brother to me!"
Before she could explain further, Leslie was already in front of her, hand lifted high.
