Dad's Gold-Digger Girlfriend

Synopsis

I stood before the coffin in the mourning hall, giving one last look at my mom. The candles swayed, reminding me of her parched lips in those final moments. The sharp sound of high heels echoed off the marble at the entrance. My dad said, "Zayla, I'd love you to meet someone." My dad stood right in front of my mom's portrait, holding hands with a woman in a red dress.