Mitchelle's POV:
My grip on the glass tightened. Mirabelle. Of course this was about her. It has to be about her.
“Get to the point,” I said impatiently. “What exactly are you proposing?”
Natasha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want Noah back. And I can’t do that with Mirabelle playing the perfect wife. But you—” she paused, eyeing me carefully “—you seem to have your own issues with Mirabelle. And don’t try to deny it. I can see it in your eyes.”
How the hell did she know about my issues with Estella?
“Sounds like you've done a research on me, which means you must know that Mirabelle is my sister. So what makes you think that I would want to engage in such conversations with you.” I countered.
“Stepsister.” She corrected me. “And yes I did a research and I disc
