After she left, I sat alone in the quiet parlor for a long time, staring at the porcelain cup on the silver tray. My head was throbbing, and my mouth still tasted like that terrible, bitter coffee. His mother had made it terrifyingly clear that she wasn't going to back down, which meant Adrian's claim that she would leave us alone was completely dead wrong. A soft knock at the doorframe startled me out of my thoughts. Melanie stepped into the room, holding a clean tray. She took one look at my pale face and let out a gentle, sympathetic sigh. "Don't take it to heart, Miss Sienna," Melanie said softly, stepping in to clear the coffee cup. "That is just how she is. She is protective of the family name, but eventually, she will grow on you." "I doubt that," I muttered, leaning my head back against the cushion. Melanie chuckled quietly. "Well, I assume you haven't had anything to eat today? You look like you're about to faint , let me go prepare something for you." "No, it's fine,
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