Chapter 61 A Mother That Loans With Interest

• “Yeah, right. ‘Mother’. Like you've ever claimed that title once.”
• Standing in the middle of the office was Geneva Vassaire in a cream fur coat, cigarette in one hand, sunglasses perched high above her nose like a crown. Blonde hair coiled to perfection, hazel eyes that resembled that of Izzy, although a bit sharper.
• “Come on, Isa, don't hate on your mother,” Geneva's voice sliced through the room.