Roxy studied the house as she got out of the car. She paid the Uber driver. She took a deep breath and wiped her hands on her jeans. She hoped the weekend wouldn't be as difficult as she was imaging. She wished she was better with people. It would make this whole thing easy but she couldn't change who she was.
She made her way but to the door by the time it opened. Roxy studied the woman who opened the door. She didn't seem much similarity between Devika and her mother. She didn't think much of it. She looked nothing like her mother. Her mother had blond hair and blue eyes. Not that it was likely that Devika would ever met the woman.
"Nice to met you Mrs. Jones." Roxy said as she took the woman's hand. She tried to relax but she was ready to be judged and dismissed. Either because of her sexuality, like her mother had done years ago, or because of her appearance, which had been done by people in the past.
Roxy followed Devika inside. She looked around partly out of curiosity and partly in an effort to understand the woman she was living with. She glanced at Devika hugging her father. Pain flashed through her. While her father hadn't ever been one for physical affection they had been close once. Or so she had thought. He had proven her wrong when Drake was born.