The furniture was beautiful and pretty. Mrs. Lieself sat on the comfortable sofa as she waited for her son. There was some coffee and tea set out on the table in front of her.
She was a delicate looking woman dressed in soft, pastel clothes. Sunlight filtered through the large French window.
"Sit down, Drake! It is already so late. You should get something into your stomach, you know?"
Drake smiled warmly at his mother.
She was the sweetest person he had ever seen.
And any time he saw her, she had the warmest and most loving things to say to her. The lady was a bottle of sunshine and was quiet, beautiful, and sincere.
Why she had been chosen to marry his wretch of a father, Drake did not know.
He sighed before allowing himself to sink into the sofa opposite his happy mother.