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“I know exactly who I am. I am your son’s lover. And nobody makes him happier than I do. Especially in the bedroom. Or when I’m letting him bounce his balls off my face on the dance floor,” I declare as I stand from my seat. “In short, Your Grace, I’m Persephone fucking Owens. And not you, or anyone else, is going to forbid me from doing anything I want to do. Ever. So if I want to marry your son, I’m going to fucking marry him. If I want to do these two henchmen of yours in a pool of cherry Jello, I’m going to do it.”
I turn from her as the color, the little color she has, drains from her face.
The two henchmen move out of the way as I approach.
I look over at the gaunt woman in her chair.
“Thanks for the tea, but next time, can you spring for the good stuff and not the generic off-brand? Tacky, babe. Seriously.”
I breathe a sigh of relief when the door closes behind me.
It felt good—damn good—to put that woman in her place. And the look on her face was priceless.
I just wished her fucking henchmen would have been nice enough to bring my shoes when they black bagged me. I’m going to have blisters by the time I get back to my hotel.
On the plus side, my little talk with Estelle has done wonders for my restless thoughts. I walk down the hall, smiling broadly, a skip in my step.
For the first time all day, I have a sense of clarity.
I know exactly what to do next.
Sadly for Estelle, her little plan has backfired spectacularly.
Because the only way for anyone to truly convince me to do something?
Is to tell me that I can’t.
