'No! You are an unconditional lover.' Nora's cheeks warmed for a completely different reason as she adjusted her dress and stood up. He helped with her hair when the door opened and an elderly woman entered. Similar blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.
The woman scanned the house as if it belonged to her. With a look of disdain, she glared at Nora.
"I see you know the interior well! Must have had a good time here, no?" Nora chuckled with a haughty look when she saw hatred in the eyes of that woman!
Priscila Benard! This woman had made her life hell. In the past, how miniscule she had felt herself and they.. Were like giants she could not compete against! She was just a weak woman!
"It must have felt bad to sell your house! I heard that you have kept it for your son and daughter. Your poor grandchildren." Nora shook her head with a look of pity making the woman shiver with hatred.
