The dawn of Thursday arrived with a pale, silver light filtering through the curtains, finding Gianna already awake and staring at the ceiling. A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she replayed the previous night's performance.
She had played Noah like a finely tuned instrument, leaving him high, dry, and utterly obsessed. But the real victory had been Mason's intervention.
She knew now that to truly dismantle the Beckett stronghold, she needed Mason on her side. She was going to drive a wedge straight into the heart of the family, especially if old Mr. Thorne's suspicions turned out to be real.
If she could make Mason feel like he was the "preferred" man, his own ego would do the rest of the work for her.
Then, the weight of the day settled in. The court case.
