SHE stared at the three women in front of her. She blinked her eyes as watched them speak to themselves.
Jane accompanied her girlfriend to a Sunday lunch at a friend’s house. Trusting Monette, she did not bother to ask who or where.
The house was big with an equally huge lawn.
Eventually, as the guests arrived, more familiar faces came in.
While Monette conversed with the other alphas, Jane settled at one table. Three older women joined her. Solana, Carmen, and another woman who was not familiar with her.
She frowned when one pointed at her face.
“Why don’t you ask Jane instead of talking to one another? The poor girl might think that the women in this group are mindless.” That was Miss Uno who stood behind the other three.
“She doesn’t know her lineage aside from her father’s b
