Rosalyn reclined against the plush cushions of her study sofa, ankles crossed elegantly as she stirred her coffee in lazy circles.
"Age has a way of clouding the mind," she drawled into the phone. "Refresh my memory, Jill. What exactly are we discussing?" The sweetness in her voice barely masked the mockery dancing in her eyes.
She'd only entertained Jill's request as a favor to the Noah name, but that didn't mean some spoiled princess could manipulate her like a chess piece.
Jill's jaw clenched so hard she thought her molars might crack.
The Howard clan had crawled in the Noah family's shadow for decades—that's precisely why they'd pushed Lionel toward Sallie in the first place.
It was also why Jill had approached Rosalyn initially, and Rosalyn had jumped at the chance without hesitation.
Then? Complete radio silence.
Every time Jill reached out for progress updates, she got brushed off with vague promises of "I'll consider it."
