An Unholy Proposal
“Why is she here?” Ayisha whispered, peering through the lace curtains as the sleek black car rolled to a stop outside the apartment complex.
Tessa looked up from the cup of tea in her hands. Her stomach tightened when she recognized the frail figure emerging from the car, assisted by a driver. Lady Bianca draped in a deep emerald silk shawl, her posture regal despite her weakened state.
“She can’t possibly be here…” Tessa murmured.
But she was.
A few knocks, sharp and deliberate, rattled the door.
Ayisha squared her shoulders. “I’ll handle it.”
When she swung the door open, her jaw dropped. “Lady Bianca?”
The matriarch’s eyes, though rimmed with fatigue, gleamed with something cold and deliberate. “Are you going to keep me standing here, Ayisha?”
Ayisha hesitat
