"Don't you want to see how stunning Seraphina looks, Eleanor?"
Miles asked his grandmother.
"I'm exhausted. Enjoy the show yourselves."
Once in the bedroom, Mrs. Higgins helped Eleanor settle onto the edge of the mattress. "Are you going to sleep now?"
"Not yet. I need to sit for a minute."
Mrs. Higgins carefully placed a plush cushion behind Eleanor's back and draped a warm throw blanket over her legs.
"Please try not to let them upset you. Just let them dig their own graves."
"You're right. Let them do whatever they want. It's not my problem anymore."
"Exactly. That's the right mindset."
A few minutes passed in silence before Eleanor finally sighed. "Seraphina was raised with everything handed to her on a silver platter. Why does she act so incredibly cheap?
She completely lost her mind over one set of jewelry."
"She's still young, ma'am. It's natural to get excited."
Mrs. Higgins offered diplomatically as a servant.
"Young? Please. She's exactly like her mother—shallow and poorly raised.
God, I regret letting Sebastian marry Gwen."
When Sebastian first brought Gwen home, Eleanor had vehemently opposed the match. Gwen came from a difficult background, but her biggest flaws were her endless petty scheming and breathtaking lack of vision.
But her son had insisted, and she eventually caved, hoping Gwen's high education meant she was ambitious.
Eleanor had hoped to mold her, smoothing out the rough edges over time.
But the woman proved unteachable, infecting Seraphina with the exact same toxic traits.
Eleanor hadn't fully realized how bad it was until she spent time living with Mira. The contrast between the two girls made Seraphina's sheer lack of ambition and shortsightedness painfully obvious.
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