~Aria's POV~
"He’s very beautiful when he’s angry, isn't he?" Jennifer said, leaning against the doorframe. "But you’re making him messy, Aria. And a messy Blackwood is a poor Blackwood. I’ve been waiting ten years for him to realize that. I can wait one more day for you to be discarded."
She stared at me as a perfect, chilling curve raised her lips and slowly, she walked away.
I sat on the edge of my bed, the weight of Monday looming larger than ever. I wasn't just fighting Helena now. I was fighting the "perfect" replacement and a sister who thought she was doing the right thing.
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The penthouse...