Alexandria
Taking a deep breath I turned from Alton to Bryce and back. "No."
For the first time since my return to Montague Manor, I'd stood up for myself. If that wasn't satisfying enough, watching the signature crimson rise from Alton's collar made it the entire package. Perhaps if I continued to push, Mr. Alton Fitzgerald would have his own cardiac event? If he did, an alternate provision to my grandfather's will would go into effect. The thought was my mini-Christmas and for only a moment I reveled in it.
A loud thump filled the room as Alton's palms came down hard on the desk.
"Alexandria?" Bryce was now standing.
"Two questions," Alton growled.
"Yes and yes," I replied.
"It doesn't appear as though."
"Appearances?" I lifted my brow. "Is that your goal?"
"No," Alton answe
