As the morning sun bathed the bustling streets of New York City in golden light, Liam, dressed in a normal outfit strode towards Violet's house. It was an impressive, elegant brownstone, nestled among the row of classic buildings that lined the street. He rang the doorbell, and after a few moments, Violet's father, Franklin, opened the door.
The door creaked open, revealing Violet's father, Franklin, a man with greying hair and lines etched on his face from a life filled with responsibilities. Upon seeing Liam, he greeted him warmly but with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Sir…ahg I …I mean Liam," Franklin began, his voice tinged with concern, "I'm glad you're here. Please come in."
Liam smiled looking at him, "Franklin, How many times should I tell you that you don't need to call me Sir!
