JESSICA
“Jessica!” Josephine watches me descend down the stairs from the kitchen. “Good afternoon honey.”
Afternoon?
“Mrs. Henry,” I use a pen to pin my hair up. “Hello.” A quick glance at the clock does show it is almost 2pm.
“Here,” she pours orange juice into a glass of champagne. “It’s the reason I’m still smiling.” She stretches it to me but I hesitate.
The only smart thing to do is decline but then again, the only reason I was able to take on Josephine last night was because of said alcohol.
“Nope,” the flute is pulled away before it can even touch my lips.
“Aleksander!” Josephine scolds just as he gives me a bottle of water instead.
He is holding a t-shirt in his hand as he greets his mother with kiss on the cheek and says, “Mrs. Henry the 8th.”
She hits him but smiles
