ANGEL
The kitchen went silent after my outburst, then Vincent’s voice came.
“Angel. Get up!” His tone was sharp, totally nothing like the coaxing voice that had whispered nasty things in my ears an hour ago. “Clean that mess.” His eyes were stern, holding no warmth.
I looked at him like he’d asked me to jump from a cliff. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“That’s literally what she’s here for, Daddy.” I threw my hand toward Celine without giving her the dignity of a glance. “She’s the housekeeper. She keeps the house. There’s a mess in the house. Seems like a her problem.”
“Her job is to manage the household. Not to stand there while you throw plates at her feet.” His eyes were still locked on mine furiously.
“Get up. Get a mop. Clean the floor. Pick up every piece o
