e canvas bag heavy against her hip. She walked

g shattered

d out. She was dressed in a pristine Chanel tweed suit, her ha

p canvas bag in Christen's hand. Her perfectly

heels clicking aggressi

g like a beggar?" Constance's voice was

have the energy for this. She kept her mouth s

to block the hallway. She looked Chris

The moment he saw his mother, his aggressive posture van

tonight. Leaving the gala early like a petulant child. You will never learn how to beh

her knuckles ached. "I don't need to lear

h utter revulsion. "Brendon, take that filthy thing away from her! Let's see what trash she's trying to steal from us," she comm

rotect it, but the sudden forc

pilled out, landing in a heap

out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Look at thi

He stood there, watching h

n," Brendon sighed, rubbing his

him died right there. The disappointment

and deliberate, and picked up her shir

I will cut off every credit card in your name.

dead in the eye. "I have never spent a

outh to scream, but the sound of the front door'

last of cold air swept into the foy

ch coat, holding a massive Hermès Birkin bag. She had just landed from a

ed clothes, Constance's pointing finger, Chr

he used her height advantage to look down at the older woman. Only after ensuring Christen was safely behind her did Aislin

Aisling drawled, her thick Manhattan accent drippi

the sudden intrusion. Her finger trembled

en look at her. She turned her head and gave Christe