The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the luxurious Brown estate, illuminating the spacious hall where suitcases stood neatly packed. Julie Iris-Brown stood at the door, ready to leave for her exhibition. Her elegant, art-curator demeanor exuded grace, yet the subtle tension in her body language hinted at the emotional farewell she was about to deliver.
Angela watched from a distance as Julie approached Edmund, her expression full of warmth and fondness. Julie's fingers brushed his cheek, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. It was a lingering kiss, one that made Angela's insides twist with jealousy, stirring emotions she didn't know how to bury.
Julie turned to Angela, eyes full of motherly concern, and smiled. "Angela, sweetheart, I won't see
