It was late afternoon when the sleek black car pulled up outside the quiet house.
Katherine stood at the window, her heart clenching the moment she saw who stepped out.
Kingsley’s mother.
Tall, graceful, dressed in an elegant cream coat, sunglasses shielding her sharp eyes. Two assistants followed behind, one carrying a delicate handbag, the other holding a tablet.
Katherine’s pulse spiked. She hadn’t expected this, not today, not like this.
She hurried to smooth her hair, pressing her hands to her chest to steady her racing heart as the doorbell rang.
Moments later, she opened the door.
“Mrs. Rowe,” Katherine whispered softly.
Kingsley’s mother removed her sunglasses slowly, her perfectly arched brows lifting slightly.
“Katherine.” Her voice was smooth, polite but cool. “May I co
