Chapter 22
- “Fiona! Stop playing around. We have guests to attend to.”
- “Rachel get your ass up now!”
- I sauntered into the kitchen, still feeling exhausted from staying awake to feed my pup. The clatter of pots and pans and Matilda, screaming orders at the girls, made my migraine worse. I wondered why she was making such a fuss today. What guests were so important?