The cold, white moonlight spilled across the ground, draping Evelyn Grant in a faint, silvery-gray haze. She held a mug of warm milk, taking a small sip.
Suddenly, she thought of Preston Keaton.
He had all the wealth and status one could desire, yet he was so busy he never had a moment's rest. Today he was in Veridia; tomorrow he could be anywhere in the world.
He carried the weight of his entire corporation on his shoulders, a responsibility he had to bear. As the man at the very top, he couldn't afford to stop.
She drained the rest of her milk. "Who knows? But he's definitely living a better life than we are."
Yara Summers shook her head, her expression completely serious. "We're literally living in your house right now. So why don't you tell me what's been bothering you?"
Evelyn thought for a moment, then smiled. "As of right now, absolutely nothing."
Yara feigned jealousy and lunged forward as if to strangle her.
