βρωμιά – Part l

Ophelia's jaw twitched as she noticed Leona's eyes sweeping over her body from head to toe, assessing how she had grown and looked. Leona hadn't changed much in the past two decades, except there were fewer wrinkles on her face and her hair wasn't silver. Leona appeared to be well-off; her clothing exuded wealth.

"You've matured decently." Leona's voice was thick with accent and elegance, and she spoke monotonously.

"And you seem to have trapped someone wealthy." Ophelia sneered blankly and noticed Leona's fingers clutching her designer handbag.

"Won't you invite me inside?" Leona inquired, and Ophelia raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I?"

"Because I came to visit you."

"You dropped at my door unannounced. And you're uninvited back in my life."

"I have no desire to intrude on your life."

"You wouldn't have shown up at my door if that were the case," Ophelia said casually with a straight face, and Leona's indifferent mask began to crack.

"I came here just to talk."

"There is nothing to ta