LILA
Victor's warm chuckle lingered in the air as he ushered us inside. The foyer opened up to reveal a small gathering of perhaps ten people, their conversations hushed and eyes curious as we entered. With a snap of his fingers, Victor silenced the soft background music.
"Joining us today are the daughters of one of our own," he announced, his voice carrying across the room. "Lila and Trisha Morgan."
A hush fell over the group, and I felt the weight of their stares. Suddenly, a woman stepped forward, her eyes locked on me. Her thick Southern accent dripped with disdain as she spoke.
"I reckon I recognize Sadie's daughter," she drawled, her gaze flickering to Hannah and Trisha. "But who might these other two be?”
It was clear she was not hinting that she didn't know who Hannah or Tris
