>Mallory
"I'm here to pick up my son."
Mara stood in front of the door, looking like she was finally back to her old self. It was already afternoon, just hours before dinner tonight. She had that familiar cheeky smile on her face, sunglasses pushed up on her head, her posture relaxed like she owned the place.
"Back at your old self, huh?" I said, narrowing my eyes at her as I stepped aside to let her in, holding the door open wider.
She patted my shoulder lightly as she passed me. "Come on. Drunk me is the past me." She smiled and walked inside, her heels clacking loudly against the marble floor with each step.
"Damn. I told him to be modest. I didn't know he'd be this modest," she said, letting out a breath as her eyes slowly scanned the whole house, from the high ceiling to the wide living room.
There it is again. That rich-kid mindset that was spreading across their family.
Honestly, I wasn't even surprised anymore.
