OUR UNEXPECTED UNIVERSE
The engine of Portia’s sleek luxury sports car hummed softly as she personally drove Antonia back down the winding mountain roads.
Resting on Antonia’s lap was a beautifully wrapped wicker basket—a thoughtful offering from the estate's private orchards filled with rare seasonal fruits and artisanal honey, which Portia had insisted on bringing for Antonia’s mother.
When they arrived at the modest neighborhood, Antonia’s mother opened the front door, surprised but deeply moved to see the two girls standing on her porch.
"Oh, you remembered me. Thank you so much for this, Portia," Antonia’s mother said gratefully. She accepted the basket, her eyes fixated on the elegant gift as a radiant smile