So, when the invitation came for Sunday brunch, Liza knew what it was: a thinly veiled attempt to “help” her get back on track, to get her to admit that her business was failing and that she should join the family’s “successful” pursuits. Little did they know that Liza had no intention of giving them what they wanted.
The First Shot: Family’s Disapproval
As soon as Liza arrived at the estate, she could feel the tension in the air. The aroma of expensive coffee filled the room, mingling with the sense of judgment that seemed to hover just beneath the surface. Her mother greeted her with a smile, but there was an underlying tension in her voice. “Alexander, darling,” her mother said as she made her way toward Liza. “We’re all here because we care.”
Liza recognized the edge in her mother’s voice—the judgment disguised as concern. It was something she had learned to endure over the years. But today, she was going to do things differently.
Michael, her older brother, was already sitting at the table, looking dapper as ever in his custom Tom Ford suit. He had always been the voice of reason in their family’s eyes—the one who had taken over the family business and made sure to show off his wealth at every opportunity. His smug smile told Liza everything she needed to know about what was coming.
