Why did Leslie look like that?
Did someone hurt her? Or maybe she hurt someone close?
Had she ever liked somebody before?
Just the thought made Broderick feel a little... off.
Sienna had already gone upstairs, and Leslie? Still hugging that bag of chips, crunching away without a care.
Broderick glanced over at her.
This girl looked way too comfy-like she'd totally settled in, treating Starcrest Manor as if it were her own home.
Right then, Alfred walked in and politely asked, "Ma'am, would you like a late-night snack tonight? Or anything specific you'd like to eat tomorrow?"
Broderick stiffened.
Excuse me? Who's the boss here again?
Pretty sure he ran this house, not Leslie!
Unhappy, Broderick cleared his throat loudly.
Leslie immediately whipped her h
