The two women sat across from each other in the quiet living room.

Naomi folded one leg over the other and adjusted her sleeve like a prim and proper professional. She tilted her head slightly, studying Isabelle.

The latter looked quite calm and relaxed, giving off the aura of the mistress of the house. The sight unnerved her but she managed to keep a calm look.

“You said you wanted to know how to better support Aimee,” she began smoothly, eyes glinting.

“Yes.” Isabelle ...