Chapter 27

Emily's POV

There was a haughty look on her face as she walked in. Immediately she saw the both of us, I watched as the proud look slipped. The facade she'd worked so hard to put up shifted for a moment, and I saw hatred, real hatred behind those eyes.

I knew there and then, that Ethan's mother would never accept me no matter the miracle that could happen. No matter how much Ethan tried to integrate me into his family, I would forever be an outcast.

And the thought sickened and annoyed me at the same time.

Who did this woman think she was, anyway?

Ethan's mother stepped into the dining room, all high-heels and expensive perfume and manicured nails. Her puce-coloured face hadn't changed; it still held as much pride and as much makeup as a painter's palette. She had on a beige, fox fur coat and underneath that, a black silk top and beige pants.

Her heels made ominous, clicking sounds as she walked towards us. She stopped at the table and folded her arms.

"Well, well." She started. "I