Eve
I swear, I really will kill that brat.
As soon as Paisley started wailing, Ethan gathered her up and walked out, giving in to the spoiled pup’s tantrum. It seems like no matter what the child does, it’s never enough to make him see what a terror she is. He caves every time she so much as pouts, and trying to make him see the truth only makes him angry.
“I’m sorry dear.” Ethan’s mother, Catherine, sighs. “I tried.”
“I know,” I say, plastering a fake smile on my face, “thank you, I do appreciate your help.”
“Just give him time.” Catherine advises. “Paisley will get used to the idea eventually. It’s hard with pups this age.”
“I understand.” I lie, “though I do think he could be more strict with her. He lets her walk all over him.”
I instantly know the words were a mistake. Cather
