The funeral had been a quick affair, and the family had returned to the mansion. Amberly wondered if they would have warmed to her if she had shown a sign of mourning.
If she had faked like them.
Would a veil have helped?
She could still hear that brat, her half-brother, saying:
“You are not welcome.” , before slamming the gate in her face.
She took the letter from her pocket from her estranged father and read it once again. Tomorrow they would have read the will; she would be back and be graceful when she closed the gates behind them.
Please tell me if the story worked. I wanted to provide enough of a twist to make sure that you know who will move into the mansion. I missed the prompt last week, but this week I couldn’t do it again.
Every Wednesday Rochelle pretends that it’s Friday and give us a picture to write your own 100 words story… and we the Friday fictioneers tries hard to come up with our own story.
March 22, 2017