way of becoming the people you answer to.
Vivian walked past all of them toward the door—past Preston’s devastation, past Tiffany’s ruined mascara, past Beatrice’s silence, which was louder than any insult she’d ever delivered. She signaled to Arthur.
“Are we finished here, Sienna?”
“Yes, Grandfather. We’re done.”
They walked out, leaving the wreckage continue reading …
