Rebecca hesitated, but she entered. However, before doing so, she took a deep breath.
Rebecca knew that taking a deep breath wasn't going to fully prepare her for what was about to come. The conversation ahead promised to be filled with disappointed looks and crazy punishments.
But at least that deep breath would give her a moment of calm and the courage to face whatever her mother was about to say to her.
The study was brightly illuminated, but heavy curtains prevented light from coming through the outside, most likely for privacy reasons.
The woman, Miranda Markwell, sat behind her large desk. Her face was an inscrutable mask as she watched her daughter enter.
Rebecca closed the door behind her, the latch clicking into place with a finality that made her stomach clench.
She moved to the center of the room, her footsteps muffled by the expensive carpet on the ground.
