Noah's high-pitched cries still bounced off the walls of the ruined parlor, but Ivy didn't spare the boy another glance. Her eyes were entirely locked onto Morgana, who stood frozen at the base of the staircase.
Her gaze swept over her she stepped closer, noticing that Morgana had so eagerly slid into her mother's life, her jaw tightened as she recognized the green silk blouse Victoria had ordered from France for her last anniversary, Morgana wore it so comfortably like it was hers.
She was wearing her jewelry as well; her earnings, her necklace, her bracelet. Ivy felt her throat clench.
Morgana had not merely moved into the house; she had shamelessly been plundering Victoria's wardrobe without permission, parading around the estate like a shameless scavenger. Worse, she was rai
