The following day, at the Ann Residence.
"Elvira, where are you rushing off to?" Timothy Ann asked, looking up as he saw his daughter Elvira, dressed in her most expensive outfit, slipping on her heels. He was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, but his eyes followed her movements with concern. She had that same air of determination about her today. Something about the way she carried herself made him uneasy.
Elvira didn’t slow down. "Dad, are you going to make me report to you every time I leave the house now?" she replied, irritation creeping into her voice. She didn’t even glance at him as she fumbled with the clasp of her handbag. "Can't I just have some time to myself?"
Timothy Ann frowned, the furrows on his forehead deepening. "Are you going to see your new boyfrien
