FRANCESCA's POV
I was led away from the elderly woman who still thought it was okay to propel me forward with force. I moved while she poked her gun into my back, muttering about how she never signed up for babysitting the enemy.
I walked into the room, sighing as my mind drove me back to that humiliating experience and the abject look for defeat in my father’s face as he stared at me. That was far from how I had expected things to turn out and I could only put the blame on one person… myself.
“Hands forward” The woman in front of me screeched.
I put my hands forward like some mechanical robot before my eyes touched her face. She was old but she had aged like the finest and rarest of wine and if she did manage to dress up a little bit, she would have been stunning.
“Do you have kids?”
