*Bryant*
“I cannot believe in all these years you have not invited me to visit your London residence.”
It's midafternoon. I was studying reports in my office when my butler announced the Dowager Princess of West Cliff's arrival. I don't trust her visit any more than I trust my Luna, who's sitting in a chair beside my mother and preparing tea.
"You're my mother," I say succinctly, standing by the fireplace, refusing to be drawn into this unfamiliar scene. I have had few visitors here. This place is for sleeping, eating, and working. Nothing more. "Surely an invitation isn't required."
"Of course it is. How is one to know they are welcomed?" She asks.
I dart my gaze to the man lounging casually on the sofa. I suspect Leo is my mother's latest lover. He is tall and slender, with gracefu
