Her determination only hardened. She wanted him back.
No.
She deserved him back. Only she was worthy of becoming Mrs. Zuvel. No one else could.
And if that meant playing the role of a loving future stepmother… then so be it.
"Okay…" Shay nodded hesitantly.
Scarlet beamed and grabbed the tent poles with exaggerated enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, several minutes passed, then ten... then twenty.
The tent still looked like a collapsed spider web of fabric and metal rods.
Scarlet struggled with the frame, twisting the poles in the wrong direction while trying to maintain her graceful composure.
Sandro stood nearby, watching with wide eyes. Even Shay was beginning to look uncertain.
Finally—
Lara stepped forward. Her tone remained perfectly polite.
"How about letting Sandro do it?"
Scarlet's head snapped toward her. Her smile disappeared instantly.
For a moment, her eyes flashed with irritation.
