Without another word, she walked out of the room with the grace of a noblewoman and the heart of a viper.
Back at the Ashford mansion, Mrs. Ashford was seated gracefully in her luxurious room, a delicate porcelain cup of warm tea resting in her gloved hand. A wide, almost sinister smile played on her lips as she gazed out the tall window overlooking the estate.
The peaceful moment shattered when the door burst open.
"Are you seriously going to support Victoria too, Mother? Since when did you become so soft?" Mirabel's voice cut through the air, dripping with venom and disbelief as she stormed into the room. Her eyes were ablaze with fury.
