Lisa’s Concerned Look
As Lisa passed by the room, she caught my eye, her face clouded with a mix of worry and quiet apology. “They love making things complicated, don’t they?” she murmured. I nodded with a reassuring smile—there was no sense in letting her stress over her parents’ usual antics. The weekend had only just begun, and we all knew how much Richard and Margaret thrived on stirring things up. What they didn’t realize was that the real drama hadn’t even started yet.
Lisa’s Concerned Look
Margaret Enters Strolling
Margaret waltzed into the living room, teacup in hand, casually surveying what she clearly believed was her domain. “I think some new curtains could really brighten up this space,” she remarked, radiating an air of ownership that never failed to amuse me. Completely unaware of who actually owned the house, she carried on like the queen of the castle. Watching her in full command of her imaginary throne made the whole charade oddly entertaining—moments like these almost made it fun to keep the secret.
Margaret Enters Strolling
