“You… to the bedroom. The rest of you, out.”
Marceline turned toward the stairs, one hand still resting on the banister.
Her legs felt heavier than they had all evening.... Despite trying to see if she could dance while pregnant recently. She had pushed herself more than she could count.
She felt the weight of every word spoken downstairs sit on her shoulders like something she could not shrug off.
And as Victoria’s heels clicked sharply across the marble, she hurried forward and stepped directly into Marceline’s path, blocking the way withw her arms crossed on her chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Victoria asked, voice rising with sudden energy. “He clearly meant me. Not you. Don’t start pretending you’re the one he wants upstairs tonight.”
Marceline stopped. She did not tr
