(THIRD PERSON’S POV)
Tia walked briskly to where her mum was seated. A table on the roof of an exquisite restaurant with a hearty breakfast laid out.
“You are late.” The older woman whose name is Grace said without even looking up from the magazine she wa a flipping through while she sipped her tea.
She did well by not looking up because at least she did not get to see the expression that her daughter was wearing on her face. A temporary scowled that settled for three seconds just after Tia had rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry mum.” Tia said as she settled down better in her chair and placed her napkin on her laps carefully.
“I mean, I wonder how you can get anything right if you can not get the time right.” Grace said still looking at her magazine.
A lot of words piled up in Tia’s mind
