all
three of them together. Enough features in common to make it obvious that they
were related, but also enough differences to keep folks guessing as to how they
were related.
Mr. Wroth sat back down behind his
desk to shuffle a few papers around before looking back to the women. “Ladies,
please have a seat.” The three black leather chairs were situated in front of
his cherry desk. Taking a quick glance around the room, Elena noticed that it
was decorated in calming tones of beige, blue with hints of silver accents in
small details like the shelving on the walls. Common sense told her that Wroth
had either let a woman decorate his office for him or hired a decorator. ‘Cause
she had yet to meet a man who knew how to match colors, let alone decorate a
room this comfortable. The scheme sent out a serene vibe that would more than
likely be the total opposite of the heightened sense of panic, grief or anger
that his clients probably felt.
Wroth’s voice brought her attention back to him. “Your mother’s will was somewhat odd,
but very concise. It is to be read in two parts. We’re reading the first part
today.” Picking up a packet of papers off the desk in front of him he intoned
in the contents with a serious voice. Elena had a full attack of ADD two
minutes into his legally worded spiel and couldn’t take it anymore.
Interrupting him, she said “Mr.
Wroth, I know you’re supposed to do all this by the books, but could you please
take some pity of my short attention span and spit it out already?”
The poor man looked somewhere
between baffled and amused. “You want me to spit it out ?”
“Yes! For the love of God get to
the damn point already. Before I die of old age.” Elena huffed.
The lawyer laid the papers back on
his desk and leaned back in his chair. And Elena was starting to wish she could
slap that damn grin he was still wearing right off his face. “Your mother’s
will basically states that she is leaving an inheritance of a substantial
amount to be split between the three of you. As well as the information on who
your biological father’s identities are in case any of you were so inclined to
look into those familial relations. However, you will not receive the money nor
the names until you spend a consecutive ninety days living and working with
your extended family.”
Confused looks were traded between
the three sisters. Leaning forward in her chair, Elena asked, “Extended
family?”
Appearing now uncomfortable, Wroth
cleared his throat again, “Yes. Extended family. Your mother has two sisters
who live here in Wilmington. They’re already here waiting to meet you. Hold on
one second please.” Mr. Wroth pressed a button on his phone.
“Clare, will you please escort
Indigo and Thea in.”
That annoying, fake breathy voice
answered, “Right away Mr. Wroth.”
A moment later as the soft click of
the door knob turned and Mr. Wroth stood as two gorgeous women in their late
forties strolled in. Elena had to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape.
The resemblance between the two women and her late mother Aggie were uncanny.
Waving his hand towards the first
woman Mr. Wroth spoke. “This is Indigo Demos, your mother’s younger sister by
two years.” While the small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth indicated that
she was at least slightly stressed, she gave a friendly - almost teasing - wave
towards Elena and her sisters.
Indigo had shining brown hair that
was contained in two braids that reached halfway down her back. That would have
been okay if there hadn’t been a multitude of flowers woven in and out of those
braids. She was dressed in loose, distressed dark blue jeans slung low on her
slender hips, and being held up by what looked like a white braided hemp belt.
Her aunt’s orange and white tie dye tank top was so bright it practically
blinded you, and she was wearing Birkenstocks on her feet.
Apparently Elena was related to a frickin ’ hippie.
Elena felt the
three of them together. Enough features in common to make it obvious that they
were related, but also enough differences to keep folks guessing as to how they
were related.
Mr. Wroth sat back down behind his
desk to shuffle a few papers around before looking back to the women. “Ladies,
please have a seat.” The three black leather chairs were situated in front of
his cherry desk. Taking a quick glance around the room, Elena noticed that it
was decorated in calming tones of beige, blue with hints of silver accents in
small details like the shelving on the walls. Common sense told her that Wroth
had either let a woman decorate his office for him or hired a decorator. ‘Cause
she had yet to meet a man who knew how to match colors, let alone decorate a
room this comfortable. The scheme sent out a serene vibe that would more than
likely be the total opposite of the heightened sense of panic, grief or anger
that his clients probably felt.
Wroth’s voice brought her attention back to him. “Your mother’s will was somewhat odd,
but very concise. It is to be read in two parts. We’re reading the first part
today.” Picking up a packet of papers off the desk in front of him he intoned
in the contents with a serious voice. Elena had a full attack of ADD two
minutes into his legally worded spiel and couldn’t take it anymore.
Interrupting him, she said “Mr.
Wroth, I know you’re supposed to do all this by the books, but could you please
take some pity of my short attention span and spit it out already?”
The poor man looked somewhere
between baffled and amused. “You want me to spit it out ?”
“Yes! For the love of God get to
the damn point already. Before I die of old age.” Elena huffed.
The lawyer laid the papers back on
his desk and leaned back in his chair. And Elena was starting to wish she could
slap that damn grin he was still wearing right off his face. “Your mother’s
will basically states that she is leaving an inheritance of a substantial
amount to be split between the three of you. As well as the information on who
your biological father’s identities are in case any of you were so inclined to
look into those familial relations. However, you will not receive the money nor
the names until you spend a consecutive ninety days living and working with
your extended family.”
Confused looks were traded between
the three sisters. Leaning forward in her chair, Elena asked, “Extended
family?”
Appearing now uncomfortable, Wroth
cleared his throat again, “Yes. Extended family. Your mother has two sisters
who live here in Wilmington. They’re already here waiting to meet you. Hold on
one second please.” Mr. Wroth pressed a button on his phone.
“Clare, will you please escort
Indigo and Thea in.”
That annoying, fake breathy voice
answered, “Right away Mr. Wroth.”
A moment later as the soft click of
the door knob turned and Mr. Wroth stood as two gorgeous women in their late
forties strolled in. Elena had to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape.
The resemblance between the two women and her late mother Aggie were uncanny.
Waving his hand towards the first
woman Mr. Wroth spoke. “This is Indigo Demos, your mother’s younger sister by
two years.” While the small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth indicated that
she was at least slightly stressed, she gave a friendly - almost teasing - wave
towards Elena and her sisters.
Indigo had shining brown hair that
was contained in two braids that reached halfway down her back. That would have
been okay if there hadn’t been a multitude of flowers woven in and out of those
braids. She was dressed in loose, distressed dark blue jeans slung low on her
slender hips, and being held up by what looked like a white braided hemp belt.
Her aunt’s orange and white tie dye tank top was so bright it practically
blinded you, and she was wearing Birkenstocks on her feet.
Apparently Elena was related to a frickin ’ hippie.
Elena felt the
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