Hope Williams pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out, only to have Alitzel Williams' gaze shoot up and freeze on the spot.
She always knew Hope had a great figure, but she hadn't expected it to be this good.
In that dress, she was the epitome of seduction, a sight no man could resist.
It was just too...
One could only say her son was incredibly lucky.
Hope felt her ears turn red under Alitzel's intense gaze.
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" she asked feebly, quickly pulling on a white shirt over the dress.
Alitzel withdrew her gaze, feeling awkward, "I suddenly realize my son has pretty good taste."
Hope gently straightened the clothes on her shoulders.
"Let's go, there's no one outside, don't worry."
After all, Alitzel didn't want anyone but her own son to see Hope like this.
"This is a bowl of soup I stewed for Waylon. Please take it in for me," Alitzel handed the pre-prepared soup to Hope.