Meeting an old friend

Everyone in the mansion stopped to stare at Melissa as she walked down the stairs in a short sleeved white dress that flared around her ankles.

Raising it slightly with one hand supporting herself on the handrail with the other, she gracefully took a step after the other.

"Thank you." She smiled as David offered his hand guiding her down the last steps.

"My baby sister looks stunning. When Mark sets his eyes on you, he won't know what hit him." He teased, handing her a gun.

"Don't flatter me, brother. You know why we are going there, so don't get carried away." She said putting the gun in her clasp pochette bag.

"Do you need to take that?" Joining them, Betty asked, with a concerned look on her face.

"Yes aunt I have to. I'm not leaving that place without my son no matter what." Sighing, she turned to look at her aunt. "For your safety aunt, you can't come. Please stay here. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I promised to take care of you, honey." She touched Melissa's hand