Naomi's POV
If you had asked me a year ago whether Rachel Montego would be sitting at my family dinner table—with a smile that reached her eyes and a man beside her who made her laugh like she was still learning how—I’d have said never in a million lifetimes.
I remembered when she stole the man I thought I loved, the man I was going to get married to next day. Racheal has always wanted what I had and her mum instead of her to correct kept teaching her the wrong, she wasn't to be blamed if only she was raised well. She's such a sweet little grown baby.
And yet, In my kitchen, here we were, she's all looking happy because she has found her man. I look like a very fulfilled mother.
With roasted garlic chicken in the oven, a pot of jasmine rice simmering on the stove, and Miranda decorati
