Chapter 36 The Matriarch's Approval

• The heavy oak door of Ethan’s penthouse swung open before Clara could compose herself. Standing there, a vision of elegance and authority, was Lucy Whitaker. Her silver hair framed her sculpted face, eyes the same piercing gray as Ethan’s but softer, curious.
• Clara swallowed hard, wiping her clammy palms against her skirt. She hadn’t been warned about this visit.
• Lucy's piercing yet sympathetic eyes swept over Clara. Then her red-painted lips curled into a grin. "So, it was you who finally managed to tame my son."