Vivian shot Lydia a sharp look, eyes full of warning.
"We still need her for now. Keep that little secret to yourself, got it?"
This daughter of hers still lacked composure-but then again, she was barely older than Leslie.
They'd never planned to tell Lydia that Leslie wasn't their biological daughter. She had just accidentally overheard them talking about it.
Lydia had always been seriously jealous of Leslie.
Now that she knew Leslie wasn't really her sister? She was dying to scratch her face up and steal her spot to marry Broderick instead.
Lydia quickly changed her expression, going from sour to sweet, all polite and innocent.
"Okay, Mom. I get it."
Mother and daughter both plastered on their best fake faces as they walked toward the door, ready to greet Broder
