Veil of Deceit

ty's

tic tension between Mrs. Aveeno and I before she

er stunning blonde hair and radiant complexion, she seemed to exude an aura of elegance and sophistication t

mand attention, drawing admiring glances from all those around her. It was as if she

ew other maids, Surprisingly, Mrs. Aveeno appeared un

presence as a business associate. Unlike the guests we were accustomed to, who

tching a faint smile on his lips as our eyes met. Returning the smil

ty to Terry, I reminded myself that she was merely a temporary guest. Setting aside my feelings,

you find Texas?" M

uncouth, but all in all, it's nice to be away f

ghtforwardness. "Why would you say that?" she

me about getting married, and it can be quite exhaus

"but when you find the right man,

Tricia replied with a smile, prompti

at subdued, his usual vibrant demeanor dimmed by an unseen weight. It was as if he wasn't en

metamorphosed into a fine young woman",

ke beautiful children don't

I was standing a couple of feets behind Te

"I bet they will",

. With a stern face, he stood up abruptly and declared, "I've lost my appetite," before nudging h

anded, but Terry continued to walk away, his

," Mr. Aveeno interjected, attempting to m

as well as I did, I understood that his actions stemmed not from shyn

You're supposed to be stealthy like a mannequin until you're asked for. Y

we have with your father, you'd have been long gone. Imbecile. What a

e, but it still finds a way to pierce through me," I thoug

er call my name, her tone s

om," she ordered, her voice

and made my way to Terry's room, hoping to offer him so

eeling of unease that hung in the air. His terse response and the

to break through the walls he see

le. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voi

you this, your food," I explained, ge

not hungry," he responded, his tone di

g my hands on his back. Despite his efforts to mask his emo

isted, trying to break through

hurt my mom is setting me up with one random lady I barely know. Aren't you demented! Because I am! I'm tired of them always controlling my life. I'm not a child, for the

for him. I gazed deeply into his eyes. Amidst his outburst,

ulnerability. He collapsed onto my shoulders, his sobs echoing like a child's lament. In that