Fiona POV:
Sitting in the living room of Mason’s penthouse, I sob my crocodile tears as his mother Sophia sits across from me in an armchair. She sips at her tea and seems displeased with my presence since I showed up unannounced early this morning. Sophia was here earlier than me, waiting for Mason to get home. She is sharply dressed like always and her skin glows with youth even though she is over 50 years old now. She swipes her long grey hair over her shoulder and sets her cup down before looking me in the eyes.
“You know you did this to yourself. Mason is not someone you can deceive with shady means. You drugged him, what did you expect would happen?” She snips towards me, taking in my red swollen eyes and dripping mascara. I wipe my face to remove my fake tears before sitting up a
