The Laurent mansion sat behind tall iron gates, all glass and clean stone lines against the evening sky, nothing like the imposing formality Selene had pictured. Zayden's car rolled up the long drive and she smoothed her skirt, more nervous than the occasion probably warranted.
"You didn't have to bring me here," she said. "I could've just called her."
"She's asked about you every day this week." Zayden shut off the engine, glancing towards the front door where a light had already flicked on, alerted by the sound of tires on gravel. "I stopped fighting it around Tuesday."
The front door burst open before they'd even reached the steps.
"Pretty Miss!"
Rosie came flying across the porch in pajamas printed with tiny stars, bare feet slapping against stone, and collided into Selene's legs
