Amara's POV :
Eleanor Vale stood in the doorway like she owned the world and I felt immediately out of place.
She had that kind of beauty that came from good genes and better money. Silver hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. Cream dress that probably had a designer name I'd never be able to pronounce. Pearls on her neck and perfect posture that made my slouching feel like a personal failure.
And her eyes were Roman's eyes but sharper somehow.
"Mother," Roman said and walked up the steps.
She let him kiss her cheek but her gaze stayed locked on me.
"And you must be Amara." Her voice was smooth and measured."Welcome to vales House."
"Thank you for having me." I climbed the steps and stuck out my hand because I didn't know what else to do.
She looked at my hand for half a second before taking it. Her grip was firm and cold and over almost before it started.
