Ariana POV
In Uncle Bill's office, Aunt Sally wasn't budging from her opposition to Ariana's plan. She looked exactly the same as she had when she walked in on Irina talking about their plan with Ariana and Dimitri. The fury. The fear. The scowl, and the worried lines on her forehead that smoothed out because Aunt Sally hated frown lines.
"Ariana, this woman could have killed you. She made our lives miserable. God only knows what else she's done. You've lost your mind," Sally blasted her.
Hackles rising, Ariana dug in. "I know all that, but we have a chance to make a difference here. I can't let her have Dimitri's baby--"
"Full stop. Period. That's what you should have said in the first place. Or better yet, just say no. No is a complete sentence," Sally lectured, raking her hand through her hair in frustration. She'd had it colored yesterday morning by the palace beautician and her hair was ash blonde. Now, it was in disarray.