“I still don’t see why you wanted to bring her.”

“Let me get my girl back and I wouldn’t,” Lottie sniped.

I arched a brow at Lottie. Lottie never sniped. “You don’t think it’s going to raise questions, cause more drama, when she’s here?”

Lottie flexed her jaw.

“I just—”

“You really have no idea all the things that I have to do on my own, do you?” She spun on me, eyes flared. “What’s expected of me? Do you think I wanted this? You asked me to have your mistress as my girl.”

“She’s not my—”

“Pumpkin!”

Lottie’s glare lingered on me a moment longer; then she swiped it away with a serene smile, turning to her father. Chills ran up my spine.

I knew that smile.

My mother wore that smile.

“Daddy!” Lottie returned Mr. du Lac’s hug with a stiffness I knew too well.

All warmth drained from Mr. du Lac’s body when he turned to me.

“Grayson,” he said. I noted how he didn’t extend a hand to me, but I wasn’t surprised Mr. du Lac already wasn’t very fond o

f me, and punching his son and humiliating his daughter at her wedding…sure didn’t help.

I inclined my head. “Mr. du Lac.”

Arthur du Lac was tall like his son, with the same hot chocolate complexion as his children, and as with everyone in this world…he had too much goddamn power.

He gave me a stiff smile, then returned his attention to his daughter, as my mother and sister’s town car pulled up behind us. My grandfather would join us later, for the holiday only, of course.

Two servants appeared, opening the doors for them. My mother stepped outside.

“Lynette,” my mother said, giving a cursory glance to the estate. “Your house is lovely, as always.”

Tansy Crowne and Lynette du Lac did not get along. Their rivalry went back decades to when they were teenagers.

“Do we get our own bags or…” my mother asked, taking off her riding gloves and looking around expectantly.

“Of course we don’t have the pomp and circumstance of Crowne Hall, but our humble home can manage to get your luggage and take them to your rooms.”

Like magic, more servants appeared, chipping at the mountain of luggage for the weekend stay, piled high before the sprawling patchwork green lawn and thousand-gallon fountain that marked their humble estate.

We followed the du Lacs inside.

My mother and my sister followed their luggage up to their rooms, and then it was just Lottie and her mother and I alone in their grand foyer.

Lottie took off her sunhat and held it in her hands. Mrs. du Lac narrowed on the action.

“Where is your girl?” Mrs. Du Lac asked. “Your girl should be getting that for you.”

Lottie shifted, obviously uncomfortable. “Uh…”

Snitch still hadn’t returned. Was she lost?

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