LORA'S POV
I stand in the foyer, watching as Octavia walks into mansion with a confident stride. But what catches my attention almost immediately is the towering figure behind her, a massive, muscular man, tall man dress in a black suit, with a stern expression on his face. He was clearly a new bodyguard of Octavia, like the two annoying ones and Martin weren't already enough obstacles to get to her.
"Ah, Octavia, you're back. Welcome back," I say with a smile as our eyes meet. My expression unreadable as I try sounding casual despite the unease growing within me.
Octavia smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you, Mom”
“I hope your day ways lovely?” She asks, pretending to care, like we all don't know that she wishes me death. The mare sight of her fakeness makes my stom
