“Miss Liliac” Maverick calls my name.
The trial had finally ended, I could tell because it’s been minutes since we have standing together, staring at each other lovingly.
“Let’s go home” he orders.
“Not home, I have someone I will like to visit” I say as we walk towards the car.
We arrived at a beautifully furnished house, still modern, it screamed luxury right from the garden house outside.
My sight falls on a girl playing with a swing, holding a cup of ice cream in her hand.
I walked towards the door and knock on it, a woman opens up, young, in her early thirties.
She gives me a broad smile, “How can I help you?” She says.
“My name is Miss Liliac, I am a friend of your husband, you don’t mind if I come in” I politely asked.
“No, most certainly do come in”
She opens the door and
