"I'm so sorry, Mason," Irene said with exaggerated innocence. "Who would've thought that once Ms. Jones came into the picture, you wouldn't have time for a meal with me anymore?"

"Oh, I see how it is," she continued with a sweet smile. "When the 'queen' takes her seat at the table, the little sister has to eat in the kitchen."

Aurora's lips curved into a cold smile. "You're right about one thing - you'll never have a seat at my table."

"Because," she added with a syrupy ...