~CELINE’S POV~Paint clung to my fingernails as I stepped out of my art room. The smell of turpentine followed me into the hallway. My baggy jeans hung loose on my growing belly. Paint stains covered my old t-shirt like a rainbow explosion. Red. Blue. Yellow. Green.I touched my messy hair buns. Hunter always said I looked beautiful when I painted. Wild and free.The mansion felt too quiet. Caesar was upstairs with his nanny. The woman Hunter hired was strict but kind. She sang lullabies in French. Sally had left for the grocery store twenty minutes ago.That left me alone with Ana and the other staff.Ana. Just thinking her name made my jaw clench. She still acted like I didn't belong here. When I asked her to bring me tea, she would roll her eyes. When I requested fresh flowers for the dining room, she would mutter under her breath."She thinks she's the queen now," I'd heard her whisper to the gardener last week.I rubbed my belly. The baby kicked softly. Soon there would be two
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