Dante looked at her as if she were being intentionally difficult. “My mother wants to go to the spa, and she needs a new set of designer luggage for her upcoming trip to the cabin in Sedona.”
The cabin in Sedona was a sore spot for Elara because she had never been allowed to go there. It was a luxury property that Martha claimed was for “family only,” even though it was clearly funded by Elara’s grueling hours at the office.
“We are behind on the electricity bill, and Maya needs a larger car seat and new winter clothes,” Elara pointed out.
“Stop being so dramatic and selfish,” Dante snapped. “My mother has sacrificed her whole life for me, and she deserves a little luxury now and then.”
Elara bit her tongue so hard she tasted copper. She had returned to her desk only eight weeks after giving birth, often typing emails with a crying baby in her lap, yet she was treated like a guest in her own home.
The next few weeks passed in a blur of caffeine and late-night strategy sessions. While most of Phoenix was enjoying the early summer heat, Elara was negotiating with a difficult client to save a multimillion-dollar account.