Elena POV:
Mason was with the nanny in the cottage. I had pumped a few bottles and stored them in the fridge. The reason for that was that my dad said that he wanted to see me, and I wasn't sure how long that would take.
I walked into the main house and could over hear voices. One was my mother's and the other-
"A masquerade ball would be so mysterious and great this year for Christmas," gushed Amber, she was placing some pictures on the vision board they were making. My mother and Amanda sat with their heads pressed together, completely submerged in the planning of the Christmas party. The biggest event of Winchesterville.
I tried to walk past without drawing attention to myself, but my mother somehow noticed. "Elena, is that you?" She asked, and I wanted to slap myself. "Yes," I a
