Sylvia Lane's soft and melodious voice came from outside the door, causing Serena Summers to shudder violently.
Yesterday it was Miss Summers, and today it has become Sister Serena?
How quickly things change!
Remembering the subtle digs Sylvia Lane had made, Serena Summers sighed deeply.
Who says disaster always comes in the form of women?
Men are hardly any better.
Thankfully, Lucas Shaw abides by his manly virtues and doesn't give other women a second glance.
Otherwise, wouldn't that make her sick to her stomach?
"Come in."
The room door was pushed open from the outside.
Sylvia Lane walked in slowly, a delicate, pale face adorned with a light smile.
A flash of jealousy flickered in her eyes when she saw the figure leaning against the headboard.
"Sister Serena, do you always sleep in this late every day? When I was at the Shaw family, I never dared to get up this late!"