Liza’s POV
My hands clench between my gown staring at the woman standing in front of me.
I willed my legs to move from where I stood at the door looking over to the table and back to the woman that still carried a bright smile that seemed to illuminate the whole house.
“Who—”
I don’t get to finish my statement before she rises to her feet and even with her rather smaller nature she still seemed to demand respect and still carried an aura of dominance.
“I said we would talk later. Now we eat.” Her voice still sounds as melodious as it did before but now it’s laced with hints of command and shows no sign for further argument.
I check to be sure that my body actually doesn’t feel the need to kick her out of the house even though impossibly don’t even know how to.
I stare at her and her
