CHAPTER SEVENTY
“Welcome home, Victoria,” Rita said after a full second of absorbing the shock of seeing her. It had been a good while since she laid her eyes on the younger woman and she looked much mature than the last time she set foot in this house.
Vicky turned down Rita’s help with her suitcase and instead proceeded to roll it inside the house herself. Her gaze hovered around the same cream-painted walls and white marble floors she’d grown around. Even the chandelier and the mahogany-furniture were still the same. A sigh left her lips. Her father maybe sick but that did not erase the feeling of abandonment she felt in this place and yet this once, for her father, she was willing to forgo her past step by step.
“Just when I thought you were done surprising me today,” Diana said an
