Chapter fifty three

The Porter's house was a mansion, modern in and out and almost everything was made of glass.

Things Gracie didn't pay attention to this last time she came hence her mind really care less about the fancy decoration and theme. She bothered regarding Sheila.

So when Mrs. Porter permitted her to enter the house with her clutching to her quilting bag, she leafed around the exotic white room. They had the modern onyx furnace and she admired it, wishing deep that Grandma Lily could stress less about fire woods.

"It's so good to see you here, Gracie." Mrs. Porter beamed as she picked her glass of wine from a round table that also contain stack of magazines.

"I'm glad to be here too, Mrs. Porter and thank you for the rides." She appreciated the woman. Now she could say she met some rich women in Mary Hills who were nice and kind, regardless of their status.