Meadow’s POV:

Ingrid Ashford’s presence was still as tall and intimidating as ever. However, I wasn’t in the mood for her shit today.

To my surprise, her hair wasn’t pulled back in the tight bun it usually was—she let it down beautifully today.

“Gives me a migraine,” she said as she noticed where my attention was. “As if having two boys wasn’t enough of a headache already.”

Holy… shit.

Did she just say something light-hearted to me? Did she just try to make a joke?

My ...