Veiled Intentions

VANESSA

I arrived at Daphne’s house just after noon, every detail of my appearance meticulously planned. My pastel blouse and tailored pants whispered sophistication, but not in a way that screamed for attention. I wanted to look like the doting sister who cared, the confidante she could lean on. In reality, it was all for me—a façade carefully built to mask my true intentions.

The door swung open