Emma’s P.O.V
After instructing the maids on what’s for dinner, I left the kitchen and returned to my bedroom, my fingers trembling out of control. Sylvia Reynolds was right here in my house.
It was like a dream and a nightmare come true.
She was so beautiful, so otherworldly I felt like a frog standing
next to her. Her skin shone spotless like glass…porcelain is the word.
Goddess, I used to think I was the prettiest woman in Keagan’s life, but this Sylvia Reynolds proved me wrong. It pained me to admit it but she was ethereally gorgeous. And the worst part of it all was that she knew it.
When Keagan confirmed she would be staying here with us for an indefinite time it felt like a rock fell into the bottom of my belly.
I was honored that my role model would be sleeping in the same
