Father

Even though Genevieve had spent the morning meticulously preparing for Mrs. Stark's visit, making sure everything was spotless and the meal was perfect and been rehearsing in her mind how to handle the meeting, attempting to steel herself for any possible confrontation, the moment two o'clock arrived, she held her breath, still nervous as she was earlier.

All three men sat in the living room, watching as she paced about anxiously. She looked like a nervous rabbit who had gotten locked in her own cage. Her cheeks were pink from the exercise and her eyes were wide with fear.

Just then, the door buzzed, and her breath caught, almost choking her. She could only stand there, motionless.

"I will get it," Noah said, waking from his seat.

"No!" Genevieve suddenly nodded, looking at him. "We should all go together and greet her at the door to show our respect."

Moments later, everyone gathered at the front door, and Noah opened it because Genevieve was way too nervous to even breathe.

The door