Bianca looked round at the small, compact but well-maintained apartment that Serena Kingston had brought her to.

“You can have my guest room, Bianca,” said the flame-headed woman, tossing her long red ponytail over her shoulder carelessly.

“And the fridge is always stocked with home-cooked lunches and dinners, thanks to Mumma.”

She smiled and Bianca envied her for a second, for Proserpina was the kind of mother-in-law you would kill for!

She sighed as she ...