Evelyn's POV
Does my mother have f*****g sonar? How is it that whenever I have a second of alone time with Sebastian, she always appears out of thin air?
As I hide behind the couch, I listen as Madelyn starts talking. “Where have you been, Sebastian? We’ve been worried sick.”
I watch Sebastian shrug and brush her off. “Here, there. Out and about.”
I cling to Sebastian’s pant leg even harder, silently begging for my mother to retreat up the stairs to bed.
“Honestly, Sebastian. I think you should have a talk with Gregory. You two are going to be part of my family. I want you both to be happy.”
“I assure you, Madelyn. I will speak to my father.”
“Good then.” I can see a reflection of her shadow, and I watch with relief as she finally sets off to go back upstairs. Thank God.
“Madelyn?
