Third Person’s POV

Nala gripped the rails of the balcony, dreading another morning she had to spend having breakfast with a table full of people she despised—everyone except her mother.

After several minutes of pacing and stalling, she finally grabbed a warm bath and dragged herself to the dining table where everyone was already seated.

As she walked in, Camille’s eyes snapped toward her, as always laced with venom. But when Philip noticed her presence, his gaze held the opposite. It simmered with lust.

“You’re late,” Vinichi commented as she slid into the seat beside her mum, Maria.

“Good morning to you too, Dad,” Nala replied, sarcasm coating her words....