"Flossie, come over and sit."
Merry Otiz, who had been waiting all the time, had her eyes fixed on the stairs. As soon as she saw Flossie Wright coming down, a smile formed on her face. The touch of impatience she had shown just a moment ago was hidden away, as if all the previous discomfort and impatience were merely figments of the imagination.
Her enthusiastic greeting combined with her naturally attractive looks, topped off with a gentle and graceful smile, made her seem every inch the mistress of the Wright Family. Her ability to graciously transition between roles was impressive indeed.
But Flossie had no intention of squabbling with her. She had never paid much attention to the Wright Family, nor would she ever fight with her stepmother or step-siblings over anything. Besides, she had always lived a carefree life and tried to avoid the strict rules of families like the Wrights.
