GRANDMA POVThe car rolled to a stop before the tall, iron gates of the Gustavo mansion. The black stone walls towered above me, cold and proud, but I wasn’t here to admire architecture.I stepped out, Heels tapping against the polished driveway. My driver looked at me nervously, but I waved him off.I didn’t need guards. Words could be sharper than any sword .. and today, mine would cut through the Gustavo pride.The butler opened the door, his hesitation almost laughable. He knew who I was. They all did. I didn’t wait for him to announce me, I walked straight into their grand sitting room, my cane echoing across the marble floor.Hilda Gustavo looked up from her chaise. Her husband, Lorenzo Gustavo, stiffened at the sight of me. Macy hovered at the corner, her eyes wide, pretending innocence as always.“Hillary,” Hilda said, forcing a smile. “What a… surprise.”I met her gaze squarely. “Surprise isn’t the word you’ll use when I’m finished.”Lorenzo shifted. “This is not your house.
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