Chapter 7

Lily's voice came from the doorway. "Future daughter-in-law? They've already got the marriage license. What 'future' are you talking about?"

She walked in wearing a black dress, a gift box in her hand.

Helen's face instantly soured. "Who let you in here?"

"I'm here to drop off a gift for Richard," Lily said, setting the box down. "And to see how you all keep milking Grace for everything she's got."

Michael was there, too, looking annoyed. "You again? Grace, can't you manage your friend?"

Lily gave him a cold stare. "Who are you, anyway? The guy who helped the mistress…