21 Flora’s Little Secret

Flora squeezed her shoulder, giving her father Albert a cold look that made the already shaky bond between them crack even more. "I'm giving you three months!" she declared, ready to storm out. But before she could, the door drew her attention as Brandy appeared, dressed fancy but looking serious. "What's going on here?" Brandy asked, sensing the tension in the room. "You've missed quite the drama," Albert said, trying to lighten the mood despite the obvious tension. Flora shot a glance at Brandy, her eyes holding a mix of frustration and disbelief. "You're really showing up now, of all times?" Brandy’s face tensed, realizing she had walked into something serious. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I just... What's going on?" "Your father will fill you in later. Right now, I am off," Flora replied, her voice strained with emotion. Brandy stood her ground, firm in her argument. "They're rightfully ours, and some belong to me." She huffed and brushed pa