Her father’s wife was the devil.
She’d always known this but it hadn’t been more pronounced than it was tonight, when she put Mia in such a tight spot and looked innocent, sweet, concerned, you name it–while doing it. The way she manipulated everyone into believing what’s ‘best’ for her, what she ‘deserves’ and what she missed out on, it made Mia wonder if that had been how she was able to score her father.
Mia knew her father. He didn’t have the look of a man who had been ‘scored’ but most importantly, he didn’t have that bright look when her mother was around. And he most certainly didn’t smile that way. She could only look for excuses and she didn’t even find any.
Still, Mia wanted to think the woman was up to something. She had to be up to something for her to say something that
