Sarah POV I hid a smile and waited for Mr. Cavendish to correct the maître d’, but instead he just gestured to the colorful, kid-friendly wall map of the themed rooms and asked the girls, “Which one do you like best?” It really was a great family concept, I thought as I looked over the map. Ther
“It was about a mile,” I corrected her gently, then gave her a wink. “And you hardly weighed anything at all.” I brushed my fingers over her cheek. “I’m surprised you didn’t call an ambulance,” Ella said, her eyes a little sharp. I shrugged. I wasn’t going to be embarrassed about not having had
Sarah POV Alone in the dressing room with what truly was a fabulous dress, much better than anything I had ever dreamed of owning, I took several deep breaths. My life had changed so greatly and so quickly, I was getting carried away. Mr. Cavendish was a kind and indulgent employer, and I was begi
Sarah POV However long I live, I will never forget the sight of Ella those next few seconds as the smug joy on her face drained away to leave a pale, icy expression of disdain. “For Sarah?” she asked, voice tight. “Not all my presents can be for you, dear,” Zane told her with amusement. “Sarah
I still wasn’t completely sure what I would say in my speech to the girls, except that I wanted to keep it simple, but I knew Zane felt this birthday, the first he would ever have with both his girls, was extremely important. I had been surprised when the beta beautician had arrived with her large m
Sarah POV Hoping no one else had heard Grace’s voice, I beamed at the girls, planning to have a little talk with Zane’s daughter later. I could perhaps be “Mommy Sarah” to her. Meanwhile, their hands were up in their elaborate hairdos that showed off my hand-sewn presents. I knew the headbands wer
Sarah POV Ever since I adopted my daughter, I've been in a non-stop battle, constantly updating my adoption papers to prove I can offer a stable upbringing. Here's the kicker: I'm a human living in a werewolf society, a young, single mother. And my daughter? She's a werewolf cub. After years of
Sarah POV My mouth fell open as I stared into Chloe’s excited silver-blue eyes. Then I looked back at the TV screen to see the same color in Mr. Cavendish’s eyes. Their shape was somewhat similar as well, which was perhaps why my daughter thought he was her father. Those werewolf mothers had a lot