Gwendolyn was already waiting by the door.
Her voice shot out before I even hit the last step. "Mirabelle! Come in, come in. It's freezing out here."
Technically, she was my mother-in-law. Kind of.
I didn't like her much, but she hadn't done anything outrageous yet, and I wasn't about to start a war over a hunch.
Plus, she was probably still traumatized from how much she'd spent the last time we met.
"I've cleaned Ashton's old room for you to stay the night." She beamed at me.
I gave her a vague smile and mumbled something noncommittal, pretending I hadn't heard.
The staff had strung up a few lights in the sitting room.
There were balloons, cake boxes stacked on the sideboard, and a faint smell of polish and vanilla.
Once everything was set, I texted Ashton: [I
