IRIS'S POV
IT CAN'T BE TRUE
Helen and I arrived at my mansion, tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. Only heaven knew what Ciara’s true intentions were. Her visiting my house could only mean trouble.
“If that b***h tries anything, she’ll regret it,” Helen muttered, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as we made our way inside.
I didn’t disagree. Ciara had better be prepared if she came here looking for a fight. Maybe she had already caught wind of my wedding plans with Gavin, and it burned her up inside. After all, she had never liked the fact that Gavin was madly in love with me.
“Where is she?” I asked the maid as we entered, my voice calm but sharp.
“She’s in the living room, ma’am,” the maid replied, looking a little uneasy. She had no reason to worry. I w
