Insufferable brat

 Rebecca watched her red angel standing gracefully waiting for her. She was glad she finally saw Abrielle again; she remembered the wedding and the drama that had occurred, which gave her a restless night, wondering why Abrielle did that.

 But then her sharp eyes swept over the entrance once more, and her stomach twisted. Cedric wasn't there. The bastard was not there. She let out a dry laugh that made Pierre's skin crawl; he knew she was mad.

 Rebecca's lips thinned. "Where is your husband?" Her voice was calm, but Abrielle could hear the storm beneath it. She knew the kind of person her mother was. Rebecca didn't give a damn that Cedric was the bloodlust demon or whatever. All she knew was the ungrateful jerk who never appreciated her angel.