SIENNA'S POV
I walked into the living room that morning and promptly stalled as I noticed the woman on the couch.
The second oldest Ashbourne woman calmly raised a glass of wine to her lips as she flipped through what looked like a fashion magazine.
I checked my wrist watch, and it was a little over 4PM.
“Isn’t it too early for wine, Mrs. Ashbourne?” I asked as I moved fully into the room.
She raised the glass for another sip, then replied,“It never too early for wine.”
A small smile pulled at my lips as I took in her straight-backed posture on the velvet sofa, her manicured fingers wrapped around the crystal glass, the large diamond on her finger catching the firelight from the chandelier.
She was who I aspired to be. And I knew we'd have gotten along better if she wasn't such a co
