The maid who had let Winifred in answered the call, then turned to her. 'Ma'am, it's just inside. Please, go on in.'
With that, Ella went back outside.
Winifred stood in the doorway, gift in hand, and looked inside.
The mansion was luxuriously decorated with high-end furnishings, every detail broadcasting the owner's extraordinary wealth and status.
At that moment, the living room was bustling with activity. Colorful balloons were hung artfully, and the air was filled with the cheerful noise of adults and children.
Murphy was engrossed in a game with a group of friends.
The adults chatted and laughed nearby.
No one noticed her arrival. Feeling a little awkward, she stepped inside.
Yetta Brown noticed the young woman at the entrance and walked over. 'You are...?'
Winifred quickly replied, 'Hello, I'm Winifred. I'm Murphy's...'
She wasn't sure how to introduce herself.
'Oh, you must be the Winifred that Murphy has been talking about,' Yetta Brown said with a smile. 'I'm his mother. Ms. Spencer, please, come in.'
Yetta Brown was dressed casually, her hair pulled back simply, wearing a beige cardigan, capri pants, and flats. Yet, she exuded a natural elegance that only the wealthy seem to possess.
She seemed very easygoing, and her eyes held none of the arrogance or disdain Winifred had seen in other wealthy people.
'Murphy told us he'd met a pretty doctor, and for the past few days, he's been non-stop about bringing you over so we could meet you,' Yetta Brown said, smiling. 'It's so nice to finally meet you.'
Winifred felt a little embarrassed.
Yetta Brown seemed to notice her shyness and called out to her son, 'Murphy, come here! Your Winifred has arrived!'


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