*Anna*

Two hours later, I find myself being escorted into a lawyer’s office, a detour on my way to the designer that I decided at the last minute before leaving the residence is necessary.

“Miss Anna”. The man says with a nod.

“Mr. Beck”. I say with a soft smile as the man gets up from his leather chair behind his desk. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone with kinder eyes. After my father’s passing, he handled his business affairs, saw his estate settle and read his will.

Although only seven at the time, I still remember the gentleness with which he promised me that everything would turn...