Hattie:
The scent of lavender and lies hit me the moment I stepped into Stella’s study.
Mira was already there, perched on the edge of a plush chair like she owned the room, flipping through a folder she had no business touching. Her hair was perfect, not a strand out of place. Her posture screamed control. But I’d seen through that polished exterior now.
And I was done playing nice.
“Mira.”
She looked up, her smile instant—and fake.
“Hattie. I was just about to find you.”
“How convenient,” I said flatly, stepping farther into the room and shutting the door behind me. “I heard you’ve been busy.”
Her brow arched. “Have I?”
"Following my mother. Digging up truths that weren’t yours to uncover. Stirring s**t that doesn’t belong to you.”
The smile slipped. Just a fraction. But it was
