âRegina, I just didnât think the portrait was fitting anymore, so I had the servants take it down. The house is full of people now, and it just seems odd to have a family portrait of you three when we have guests over. It sends the wrong message, you know? I talked it over with your father before doing anything, and he agreed with me.â
Imogenâs smug look made Reginaâs skin crawl.
âHis agreement doesnât matter. I donât agree! Where is my painting?â
Imogen waved a dismissive hand, her arrogance unwavering. âOh, the servants must have stashed it away somewhere after I instructed them to remove it. Who knows where it is now? The painting has lost its relevance, hasnât it?â
The gleam in her eye was nothing short of provocative, her implications clear as day â a jab at the fact that Reginaâs mother was no longer with them.
Reginaâs hand itched to slap Imogen to make her pay, but she held back, clenching her fist instead and storming off to find the butler.
Once Regina was out of earshot, Imogen patted her chest, whispering, âLord, that was terrifying. She nearly hit me. I thought sheâd gone mad.â
Just then, Madeline stumbled down from the second floor, rubbing her eyes. âMom, what was all that noise about? I was trying to sleep, and you woke me up. Canât you keep it down?â
Upon seeing Madeline, Imogen quickly ushered her back to her room.
âGo on, back to your room. Reginaâs painting has gone missing, and heaven knows w kind of scene sheâll cause. Better to stay out of her way!â
Madeline perked up at the mention of Reginaâs return. âSheâs back, huh? The nerve of h after everything sheâs done. Fighting over a man with her own sister? All this fuss over painting⦠Honestly, itâs disgraceful. She even tried to seduce Nolan! Mom, youâve got to make sure Dad sets him up with me. Iâve got my eye on him. Next time it comes up, you better speak up for me. Donât let Dad think about pairing him off with Regina.â
Imogen almost wanted to gag Madeline with her disbelief, âGood heavens, girl, you think too highly of yourself. Nolan might not even fancy Regina, let alone you.â
Madeline scoffed at Reginaâs skepticism. âIâm young and pretty. Why wouldnât he be nterested in me?
Just make sure you s my praises to Dad, thatâs all. Donât let him. match Nolan with Regina.â
Imogen eyed her daughter warily. âWhy are you so sure Dadâs planning to set Nolan up with Regina? I doubt Nolanâs interested in anyone, frankly.â
Madelineâs lips curled into a sly smile. âBecause Iâm certain of it. Just do as I say, and if I end up becoming Mrs. Harris, youâll be living in luxury for the rest of your days!â
âOh, spare me the fairy tales.â
âDonât be a nonbeliever now, Mom. When the time is right, Iâll let you in on it.â
Seeing her daughterâs confidence, Imogen reluctantly nodded. If by some chance it did happen, wouldnât she become Nolanâs mother-in-law?
That fortune would be far greater than being a mere Mrs. Tanner.
âAlright, I promise. Now go back upstairs before that lunatic latches onto you.â
Before Imogen could finish her sentence, a cold voice from behind asked, âWho are you calling a lunatic?â
Regina stood there, fists clenched, trembling from head to toe. And still, she hadnât found the painting.