The next morning…

“We're having a family dinner by 6pm,” Sophia announced over the phone. Brooklyn was arranging a few things in the wardrobe while having a conversation with her mother.

“I don't think I'll be able to come,” She uttered, picking up a feathered pink dress she had bought a few months ago, “I've got lots of things to attend to,”

“Then you can bring my granddaughter and attend to whatever you have,” Brooklyn rolled her eyes, wondering about the sudden ...