I fold my arms and glance at Teresa, who rolls her eyes, “I know exactly what you were doing, Victoria. You are just like your mother. Get out of here before I call the guards,” Teresa growls.
“But Mama Teresa,” Victoria whines.
“I said get!” Teresa says in a deeper tone. Victoria starts to cry as she starts to walk away. “Oh, and it’s Luna Teresa to you.”
Victoria lets out a screech and rushes away from us, nearly tripping over her feet. I can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry,” I say to Teresa.
“Don’t be. That twit broke my Torben’s heart,” Teresa snorts.
I frown slightly, and she pats my shoulder.
“And you dear are here to fix it,” She winks.
“I guess,” I shrug. “Should I be worried about her?”
“I don’t think so,” Teresa responds. “Her mother Matilda tried to steal Lawson from me, like
