“Vanessa dear, get those feet off my table, please.”
Vanessa slowly glances up from her phone, annoyed as she sees Noah’s mother standing in front of her, hands on her waist as she sneers at her.
Vanessa scoffs. “Your table? Please. This is your son’s house, Margaret, not yours. So it’s not your—”
“Feet off the table, Van. Now!” She hears Noah bellow as he steps into the living room. “How many times do I have to remind you to always listen to my mother?”
Vanessa shoots a glare at her husband, and then at his mother. And she slides her feet off the coffee table.
Vanessa hates the Hawthornes.
All she ever really wanted was protection from her father.
She’s not in any danger, per se, but her father wants her to marry a cruel, old man just for the sake of an alliance. Which is why Noah
