[Joelle’s POV]
“Mom! Mom! Where are you?”
My voice echoes around me as I step into the packhouse with my shopping bags hanging from my arms. After the day I had yesterday, a little shopping spree was exactly what the doctor ordered, and I was feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, which was good given the fact I had a date later with Hunter.
“Mom!” I call again, extending my senses until I feel her in the lounge. “Why on earth are you ignoring me?”
As I speak, I move through the large house, all the while ignoring the servants who watch me with guarded gazes. Of course, it pisses me off that they’re looking at me like that, but I knew it was simply because they were already convinced that soon, my mother and I would not be the mistresses of this place.
Fat chance. I think inwardly, tossin
