Sixty Four

My heart skipped a beat as Zwetta Millero stepped into the room in a simple yet beautiful, classy accented dress. There was a high bun on her head and a brown pin adorned her hair. She looked at me and looked at Jordan's mother alternately then stopped at her.

"This is none of your business, Jas. This is about my son and Amanda. He is my son, not yours." Her words sounded sharp, low and frightening.

Surprise hit me when I realized I had just faced another side of Zwetta Millero. I still remember the first time I met the two of them at a party. They look normal and seem to interact normally. I had no idea that the interaction could turn a hundred and eighty degrees like this just because they were arguing about who was right for their child.

"Anything to do with Rhysand is my business too." Jasmine Miller replied sarcastically. "For someone who has abandoned her kids, it's really unwise to be entitled, Zwetta."

"You brought that up again?" Zwetta Miller chuckled, without the humor that