Andrea's POV

I was standing in front of my mirror, fastening my diamond earrings, when the door to my room swung open. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was mother. Through the reflection of the mirror, I saw her troubled face, and I knew it was because of our conversation yesterday might.

"We need to talk," she said. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge to it that made my skin crawl.

I let out a long, audible sigh, not even bothering to look at her directly. I picked up my second earring, focusing on the tiny clasp. "I’m not in the mood for one...