The Problem
The woman steps out, and the shadow that was hiding her face slips away. You see that she is very beautiful. She has honey-blonde hair, smooth skin, and blue eyes. You see the resemblance a little between her and her daughter.
The woman breaks out into a smile. "Did she invite you?" she asks. You nod, and the woman shakes her head.
"She invites everyone she meets," she explained. She sounds amused on the surface, but you sense much love and pride behind the woman's words. You smile politely.
"You are welcome to come," the woman continues. "But you probably wouldn't enjoy it much. Elizabeth is just inviting a few of her friends over."
"Oh, well, ok then," you answer, not sure what to say.
The woman breaks out into a smile. "Did she invite you?" she asks. You nod, and the woman shakes her head.
"She invites everyone she meets," she explained. She sounds amused on the surface, but you sense much love and pride behind the woman's words. You smile politely.
"You are welcome to come," the woman continues. "But you probably wouldn't enjoy it much. Elizabeth is just inviting a few of her friends over."
"Oh, well, ok then," you answer, not sure what to say.