“ Mia!”, Elena exclaimed as Mia walked through the opened door. Her daughter was beautifully dressed in a pair of high waist nude pants with an off- shoulder top. She surely didn’t look like someone who had been mistreated the last two days.
Elena stood there in the middle of the room with a bright smile on her face and her arms were open wide to welcome her daughter. She wanted to hug her tightly to show her how much she had been worried about her and how much she had missed her. Instead of walking in, Mia stood there in the doorway glancing around the sitting room. Like Mia had guessed, everyone was there. The Ricci’s, her supposedly best friend Mathilda, and both of her parents. It seemed like her parents didn’t understand when she had said that she wanted to speak with them alone,
