The Heiress Rises From The Mud

ase. The maids had forced her into a heavy, black, high

lier cast a blinding light over the twenty-foot oak table. The sme

table. He was cutting a piece of steak. He did not l

fabric of her skirt in her hands, perfectly playin

ore a stunning, custom-fitted white

keningly sweet, flawless smile. "Sister!

anced vision caught the toxic gleam o

aking the seat closest to the kitchen doors

course. Escargot, served with spec

om Anne. He leaned forward, r

eat canned beans," Kash sneered. "Do

le. Beatrice took a slow sip of her wine

She picked up the silver tongs.

and crashed onto the silver plate. The lo

re hands, pretending to panic, and knocked a bu

D. He stared at the grease stain spreading on the cloth. He pushed his

ndre said, his voice dripp

pe. She looked at Anne with fake pity. "It's o

th a heavy thud. He wiped his mouth with a linen napk

la this weekend," Warren stated. It was not a

ened her eyes in absolute panic

her voice cracking. "Too many

down. "You don't have a choice

e. Fake tears dripped off her chin and splashed into her water

ge of her fragile green eyes in the hallway flashed throug

he stem of h

Braden s

table went

e cold. "If you push her into a panic attack at

at Braden. Her fingers gripped her fo

his glass and drained the wi

l ran through her veins. Braden had just defended her ag

ence. Warren and Beatrice left

. She ignored the disgusted looks

room. As she reached the second-floo

coming. The perfect sister