Celeste

“Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mom,” I greeted before taking my seat at the breakfast table.

“Good morning, daughter,” my stepfather responded warmly.

I watched my mother smile beside him, that perfect, loving smile. I wished my stepfather could read her mind.

I wished he could see the wicked thoughts she held about him and his son. I wished he could see through her act.

“Good morning, Dad,” Jace said politely as he sat down.

The maids served breakfast, and we began ...