SARAH
Mrs Bradford was nice.
I mean, very nice, almost too nice that I couldn’t believe it considering Onyx was...well Onyx. I always had this notion that rich people were stuck-up brats because I catered to them regularly and I knew how they acted. It almost made me feel bad that we were lying to her because she looked like she was a sweet and genuine soul.
She was also very pretty. I estimated that she was in her early sixties, but she could pass off as a decade younger with her slender figure, high cheekbones, straight jet black hair, and milky skin. I could really see why she was once a model.
Onyx said meeting his mother was the first hurdle that I had passed successfully. His father, from his tone, looked like someone that would be a tough nut to c***k. It was obvious to me tha
