Bridenapped the Alpha's Choice
“Regina stomped up to the table just as they were finishing.
Mary watched her with fascination. Did Regina just wake up looking that good, or did she wake up an hour early so she’d have time to flat-iron her hair and do her makeup? Oddly, though, her eyes were slightly bloodshot and she had puffy bags under her eyes.
“Does she look like she’s been crying?” Mary whispered to Angela.
“I hope so.” Angela stuffed a piece of French toast into her mouth.
Mary kicked her under the table.
“Of course she hasn’t been crying,” Angela said with exasperation, mumbling around the toast. “That would suggest that she possessed normal human emotions.”
“I’m a guest in your house, and you started breakfast without me?” Regina’s voice was a shrill, high whine. She sounded a little hoarse.
“Technically you’re a prisoner in my house.
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