April's pov
I walked over to the library door and opened it, finding one of the maids standing just outside.
“Ms. Gwen, Mrs. Black is here,” she informed me politely.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I replied with a nod.
As soon as she left, I headed to the washroom to freshen up. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted my hair and smoothed the creases in my clothes.
The last time I stood before Teresa Black, she told me to stay away from her son.
And now she was here again.
I didn’t know what she’d say this time, but a part of me already braced for the worst.
I walked toward her slowly. She was standing by the tall window, gazing out at the garden beyond. The sunlight poured in softly, outlining her elegant frame.
As I approached, she didn’t turn to look at me. Her eyes remained f
