Chapter 11: _Werewolves And Bitches
When I saw the person who excitedly called the rude lady 'mother', it all began to make sense.
Of course... Celine.
She walked toward us, her hips swaying like she was putting way too much effort into making herself seem hot.
She wore a white knee-high day dress, which was ironic considering her black heart.
Well, at least now I know where she inherited that black heart from. Or, should I say 'greyheart'?
"My darling daughter. It's been way too many weeks." Celine's mother said with a wide grin as she spread her arms wide open.
I witnessed Celine attempting to barge past me but I was quick, stepping back to avoid a scene.
It was a decent morning so far, and I wouldn't let her or her mother ruin it.
"Yes, mother. I'm so happy to see you. A lot has happened since the last time you visited us here at the mansion." Celine remarked, glancing back at me with disdain in her eyes.
I rolled my eyes, avoiding her gaze and glancing at Caroline instead.
The poor maid just stood there silently, looking away like she wanted to become invisible.