‘Cordelia.’ my mother’s voice echoed up the stairs, ‘get down here now.’ my mother had been at the gym for the past hour and was finally home.
I flew down the four flights of stairs to find my mother smiling up at her. My mother was a thin, dark haired lady with bright blue, almost purple, eyes and dazzling white teeth. She was wearing black three-quarter leggings and a tight blue tank top. She was beautiful.