ASHLEY'S P.O V

I had a plan 

And yes, I was still living in the Harrington's manor with the evil known as Genevieve Cece Harrington.

As a young girl, I craved for her attention, her presence. I wanted my mother to sit with me while we binged-watch cheesy rom-coms. 

I wanted her to tell me which colour of nail varnish would suit me best, I longed to experience the mother–daughter relationship I had seen so much around me.

But with each passing day, each birthday she ...