"Wilson! You're here!"
This time they were all interrupted by the loud voice of their mother as she strolled into the living room looking rather excited. Dressed in a red knee length gown with tiny pearls scattered around her neck and wrists, she had her hair in a neat bob trim that seemed to look even more beautiful with the smile on her face.
"We've all been expecting you, son," she smiled at her son as she walked over to him. "How are you? Oh, is she the chef?"
"I thought we agreed on just dinner with you and dad," Wilson dismissed all her greetings to say. "Why is he here?"
"Can you not," she hissed under her breath to her son. "Do not wash your dirty linen in public. You're in the presence of a stranger."
Her words were targeted directly towards Wilson but rather unfortunately, W
