When love comes calling
No wonder Dad was so eager for this union.
“Zara, darling,” a woman with perfectly coiffed blonde hair approached me, her smile polite but her eyes sharp. “I’m Catherine Kings, Damien’s mother. It’s lovely to finally meet you.”
I smiled, shaking her hand. “Thank you, Mrs. Kings.”
Her gaze seemed to assess me. Then she nodded, apparently satisfied.
“You’re lucky, dear. The Kings family is powerful—more powerful than you realize.” Her voice was sweet, but I sensed an edge. “We expect a lot.”