BRYLEE's P O V

As I entered the Anderson villa, I noticed that the servants had been busy and began preparing dinner. Some greeted me, but I ignored them. I walked into the living room and saw Olivia Anderson having a conversation with someone on the phone. When she saw me, she rolled her eyes and turned her back on me.

I couldn't help but sneak a grin as I made my way over to her. ‘‘Mom…’’

It did not come as a surprise to me when she chose not to pay attention to ...