An Unholy Proposal

“Why is she here?” Ayisha whispered, peering through the lace curtains as the sleek black car rolled to a stop outside the apartment complex.

Tessa looked up from the cup of tea in her hands. Her stomach tightened when she recognized the frail figure emerging from the car, assisted by a driver. Lady Bianca draped in a deep emerald silk shawl, her posture regal despite her weakened state.

“She can’t possibly be here…” Tessa murmured.

But she was.

A few knocks, ...