Maya withdrew her hand with a dry, guarded smile and told her that everything was ready. Her sister-in-law, Bridget, let out a high-pitched laugh as her six-year-old son carelessly kicked the tire of Maya’s old sedan.
“Well, it is no wonder they were in such a hurry to get here because this house must have cost a fortune. My brother certainly knew how to marry into the right family,” Bridget said while adjusting her dark glasses.
Maya felt a burning sensation in her chest, but she remained silent because she wanted to believe they were just there to see the place. She desperately wanted to think Austin wasn’t so naive as to invite them to stay.
He opened the front door, and as soon as the residence was revealed to them, the family rushed in like a stampede.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Bridget shouted as she collapsed onto an ivory sofa that still had decorative glass wrapped in plastic on the coffee table.
The young boy put his feet up on the expensive sofa with his dirty sneakers still on and started jumping excitedly. Austin just burst out laughing at the sight.
“Leave him alone, honey, he is just a child having some fun.”