MIRABEL POV.
Are you sure this is the right place?” Ash asked, pulling into the driveway.
“Yeah… she said this is the location,” I replied, unfastening my seatbelt.
“Wow. I am jealous,” Ash pouted as he stepped out of the car. “If only I were born rich. It must be nice living in such a beautiful place. No wonder she is such a spoiled brat.”
We made our way to the front door, and when I rang the bell, an older woman opened it. “Welcome, you must be—”
She didn’t get to finish because Vivian’s two minions appeared like a bad smell, screeching from the hallway.
“What are these trash doing here?” one of them snapped.
Ash raised his hand into a fist. “Say that one more time, and I swear I will punch your plastic face,” he growled.
Minion #1 (yeah, I’m calling her that because she doesn’t
