The atmosphere at the Shawls' mansion was shrouded with a cloud of uncertainty and anticipation.
The tension was so thick that you could cut the air with a knife.
Although the decorations were impeccable and the softly jamming background music soothing, every member of the family felt apprehensive as if they were walking on eggshells.
No one seems to take cognisance of the mouth-watering aroma of both local and intercontinental delicacies whiffing through the air.
The sound of a honking vehicle outside the mansion gate forced everyone except Nana out of their seat and towards the mansion entrance.
Some of the maids also secretly snuck out to watch the drama.
"Who is that?"
"Could it be them?"
"In one SUV! I seriously doubt it."
"Maybe it's Gwen."
"I don't think so. Harriet has been trying her number, but she isn't taking her calls."
"I can't believe Gwen isn't around to welcome her own mother!"
"Neither is her heartless stepsister that put them in prison."
