Author's pov
The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital windows as Cici White lay in her bed, seething with rage.
For days, Luna Dora had been suspiciously supportive - helping choose wedding dresses, reviewing invitation designs, even speaking well of her to Xavier.
Cici had actually believed the older woman had finally accepted her as worthy of her son.
That night at the White family estate when they'd shared drinks and Cici had gotten embarrassingly drunk... LunaDora hadn't been bonding with her at all.
She'd been extracting information.
Through Cici's alcohol-soaked memories, fragments filtered back - she'd talked far too much. About Mason. About what happened five years ago in that bedroom.
And Luna Dora - that conniving she-wolf - had immediately taken that information to
