*Author's pov*
George walked down the marbled stairs wearing his expensive branded watch.
He looked good, and the scent of his perfume took over the entire living room.
Miss Jennifer's attention was drawn to him when she heard his footsteps.
"Hey, George. I was waiting for you to have dinner. Your brother is not yet back home. Maybe he is still at the party with Tessa. I wished they hadn't argued all through." Miss Exclaimed.
"I don't think those two can survive without arguing or hating on each other," George replied.
"But what brought the sudden hatred between them?" Miss asked.
"Well, I won't call it hatred. They are just...I don't know how to explain, but I am also not aware of what brought the hatred or where they met, Mom." George replied.
Miss Jennifer sighed.
"Tessa is a g
