If she’d taken anything–just one thing–it would’ve meant she still cared, even a little.
But she left it all behind. Came in with love, walked out with nothing.
No love. No hate. Just… gone.
The welcome dinner at Aunt Sophia’s place was more of a chill family hang with the Rineharts.
They were basically Hampsburg royalty–old money with roots so deep, they went back to Lionel’s great–grandpa. By Lionel’s generation, their status was set in stone.
His mom was from some artsy crowd in Highford, and Lionel just had this effortless vibe.
Not like Peter, who tried too hard. Lionel actually had presence.
Unde Arthur turned out way more down–to–earth than I expected. He clearly adored Aunt Sophia.
Ivona, I wasn’t sure what you liked to cal, so I just put together a few things.)
1 glared at the talde, stacked with what looked like a five–star buffet. That was her idea of “a few things“? I cracked a smile.
Bach pude really do live in a whole other universe.
you, Auta bughie #love $1.