YVONNE’S P.O.V
The family house glittered with chandeliers and polished marble and expensive perfume. Tonight was his cousin's anniversary, and though everyone seemed to know him, it was clear that he wasn’t the type who visited his family very often.
I lost count of the people who came to him, us, and greeted, commenting on how long it's been since he showed his face at a family party.
All the while, Mr Voss kept his hand on my waist and introduced me by my first name and as his date. Some of his relatives looked with curious glances, others grinned and hugged me tightly, saying they'd never seen him bring a woman home
That shouldn't have made me feel happy to the extent it did.
Mr Voss led me to the party ground. The celebrating couple were his cousins from his mother's side as he
