it's Mrs. Gustavo

Molly:

Our drive to the venue was quiet. Farrell was staring out the window, and I was at a loss for words. I wanted to reach out to him, but I was afraid that he would shun me away in a vile manner.

Even if I tried, he would never open up to me, and although it was too early to rant, I was already exhausted. My pathetic excuse for a stepfather never gave me this much emotional responsibility. Everything about Farrell struck me as odd. He never mentioned his family to me; even with me, he seemed like a lone wolf in a lonely world. That makes two of us.

Martin pulled up at the venue in no time, and he held the door open for us to come down. We both got out of the car, and Farrell grabbed my hand without looking at me.

There were cars strewn about the streets and the house’s compound. The cars were not just any cars; they were luxurious, and I was a little intimidated because I had never been to such a formal gathering before. The men and women there had to be elites, and this was most l