Please Me, Daddy
“So you're Grace? I’ve heard so much about you.”
I paused and turned toward the voice. Standing just beside the PR team was a stunning woman with soft brown hair and an aura that screamed wealth and privilege. Every detail of her, from her posture to her attire, looked meticulously expensive. People around her instinctively stepped aside, as if unwilling to offend her. She smiled as she moved closer, extending her hand.
“I’m Katherine,” she said. “The new member of the PR team. Nice to meet you.”
I looked at her outstretched hand, then at her face. Her smile was flawless and friendly, but her eyes told a completely different story. There was no curiosity or kindness, only pure hatred, direct