"The Quinns certainly have a fine way of raising their children." Archer Rhys shot a cold glance at Mrs. Quinn, who was standing to one side.
Mrs. Quinn turned deathly pale and lunged to cover Wendy Quinn's mouth. "I'm so terribly sorry. I'll have a good talk with her when we get back. My apologies to you both for ruining your evening."
Wendy Quinn shot Grace Winslow a venomous glare.
Grace Winslow frowned.
She didn't like that kind of look.
It was clear Wendy Quinn wasn't going to let this go.
'Even if they drag her back to the Quinn family home now, she'll probably just come looking for trouble at school.'
'And trouble was the one thing she hated most.'
'She'd been given a second chance at life, and she was determined to eliminate any and all threats.'
"Wendy Quinn." After a long silence, Grace Winslow finally spoke.
Wendy Quinn wrenched her mother's hand away. "You've always known I love him! Why are you still trying to steal him from me?"
