Thalia
I froze.
The nanny's face tightened. Panic flashed across it for a split second before it hardened into indignation.
She pointed straight at me. "It was her," she blurted. "She's the one who called your daughter disabled."
My breath caught.
I couldn’t speak for a moment.
Vivienne looked at me. Her eyes narrowed, a faint smile forming as she did.
"So," she said softly, "a stray dog thinks she has the right to insult my daughter?"
Each word landed with terrifying calm.
"No." I shook my head so quickly it almost hurt. "My Lady, I never said that. It was the nanny. She's lying."
"Shut up." Vivienne cut me off.
The single word landed like the crack of a whip.
She turned to her daughter, her expression softening just enough to be meant for the child alone.
"Look at me," she
