Diana, your mothers good friend, had invited you on a trip to Fiji after graduating college. You had, albeit hesitantly, accepted after your mother’s pestering to go. She wants you two to get closer. You two aren’t exactly on good terms. Having quarreled more than once on your behavior and many other things. You soon found out that Diana is quite rich. She had paid for a private area on Fiji and a jet to fly the two of you to the airport near Fiji. Diana is in her mid-thirties and still looks breathtaking, though you would never tell her to that.

You, embarrassingly, stumble out of the cab. Walking up to a mansion that resides in a gated neighborhood. Not exactly excited to talk to Diana again. A ring of the doorbell alerted the older woman who lives there to creak open the front door. The first thing you notice is her height, still a bit surprised by her height despite meeting her many times before. She’s, at the very least, two feet taller than you. Your eyes then travel to Diana’s own. She raises an eyebrow, lipstick painted lips curled into a small, amused smirk as she appraises the shorter, younger woman in front of her.