The Next Morning…

The clack of heels echoed through the marble floor as Allison Brews walked into the mansion, her designer purse dangling on her forearm, and her sharp eyes scanning the space like a queen returning to her castle.

Aliyah was at the dining table with Emma and Mr. Brews, quietly sipping tea. They’d been chatting casually, and for the first time since the wedding, Aliyah had felt… included. Emma had made her laugh, and Mr. Brews had been nothing but kind, gently asking her ...