Chapter 63
GEORGIA'S POV
Did she not have a home of her own? Was her house too far away to commute? I couldn't find a single logical reason for the massive, overstuffed suitcase on wheels standing behind her.
"What exactly are you doing here?" Katsha asked, her fork clattering onto her plate.
Merry's smile was sharp and saccharine. "You sound like you're not happy to see me, Katsha," she purred, sliding into the seat next to Jaime. He looked at her with a sweet, welcoming expression that turned my stomach.
"I asked a simple question."
"And you'll get a simple answer. I asked dear Jaime if I could stay here for a few months, and he was gracious enough to agree."
"A few months?" Rheia echoed, dropping her own cutlery in disbelief. The thought was suffocating.
"Yeah, maybe six or so," Merry replied casually. I watched a deep frown settle onto Katsha's face.
