Mara
I got up without a word and went to dress.
It didn’t take long. I’d stopped caring about how I looked around this family weeks ago.
When I stepped out of the closet, Lucian was already by the door. He turned, voice calm but cold.
“After today, you won’t be welcome in the right wing anymore. Luna Martha doesn’t want the couple to be distracted. She feels you’re trying too hard to get her son’s attention.”
He said it like he was reading off a memo. Just a “heads up.” Nothing personal.
“Just letting you know so you’re not blindsided when she says it,” he added, then stepped out.
I followed him silently, bracing myself. Whatever this family had in store, I’d take it. One more performance. One more round of humiliation. Tiffany, after all, wouldn’t have to fight for a place at the N
