LILITH
Mrs. Ambrose opened the giant white door to the refined family house after my persistent knocking at the late hour of the day.
"Hi, darling. How are you?"
Although highly stylish with a taste for fashionable things, one could mistake Mrs. Ambrose as a selfish mother. However, she was a really likable woman. When she looked at me, a warming smile appeared on her face, the kind she always reserved for her daughter's closest friends. She was genuinely nice and had known me for quite a long time now. No matter how late or early I showed up at her door, she welcomed me with open arms and without feeling troubled.
"I am fine. Is Quinn home?" I forced myself to ask, letting go of my ego.
No matter how much I wanted to govern my own body and restrain my emotions, my body failed me and
