Amara Nicholas;
I arrived at the Briggs family mansion earlier than expected. I had not been here before, and as Mr. Timothy drove my father's sleek black Mercedes-Benz into the compound and parked, I couldn't help but admire the front view of the exquisite mansion.
The mansion looked so lovely and homely, and the surroundings seemed peaceful and inviting.
I finally got out of the car, and just then, I saw an older man step out of the mansion. He was wearing a white polo and black trousers with slippers. He walked up, excited to meet me, just as I finally got out of the car.
"My beautiful daughter-in-law, you are highly welcome to our humble home," the man said to me with arms wide open, as he approached me and hugged me warmly.
I smiled shyly and managed to respond, "Thank you, sir.
