C31 Anticipation

EMILY

The door creaked open as I stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of lavender. My mother was seated in her favorite armchair, her sharp eyes lifting from the book in her hands.

“Welcome back, darling,” she said, closing the book. “So? How did it go?”

I couldn’t help but smile wickedly as I slipped off my coat, hanging it neatly by the door. “It went perfectly,” I replied