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C A L Y P S O

It was an odd feeling to receive an invitation to tea at my husbands mothers house. The invite had arrived on a polaroid that I could only assume was herself in the prime of her youth. She had been a very beautiful young lady, her skin free from the stray wrinkles that now creases her face. Neatly scribbled on the back is her home address, the time of the meeting and kiss smudged with red lip stick.

I had no idea what to expect from Mathilda Hope. Had she heard about the rumours about Leo and I potentially splitting? Had she called me to her home to rip me into shreds? Or could this be about her running for Mayor against her other son, Pierre, and again had the invite been to a ceremony where Callie would be torn to shreds, a grim reminder to not fuck around with the Hopes?

9:25 am and I was standing on the foyer to Mathilda's home. I should knock, get this over with, but I hold back. Why was I scared of an old woman? I could take her if it came down to it. I had nothing to fear- she was only my mother by default of marriage. And the moment I left Leo she would only be the grandmother to my children- shit, did I wake Oz up before I left?

Never mind that now.

Knocking on the door pull my lips back into a wide smile, "Mother!"