Lily
"I'm afraid my granddaughter and great-grandson won't be joining us today." Martha brought her cup of tea to her lips and sipped. "She sent me here to tell you that."
My eyes caught her perfectly manicured nails, one little detail that sent a shiver running down my spine. She was so much like Courtney, or was it the other way around? They were both obsessed with perfection. Always put together—except the one time Courtney showed up at the mansion looking less than impeccable, promising Adrian that we'd be a part of our son's life easily.
Why did that seem so odd now?
"I'm sorry, what?" Adrian growled beside me.
Left with no choice, we had been forced to take our seats and share a table with the wretched woman.
"She asked for us to be here." I added. "If she had changed her min
