ASHLEY'S P O. V

I had only ever been in Genevieve's office twice.

Surprising right? Considering I grew up in this mansion, but that was the truth. This place was too sacred, too much of her's to be anyone else.

The butler pushed the doors open

“Your office, Ms Harrington,” he said in a professional voice.

It took a minute to realize he was referring to me and not to my mother. I nodded absentmindedly, after being referred to as Mrs Langston for years, going back to my old name would ...