"If you're human, then I'm sorry," Hannah said with some effort.
"No, you go get her, Toby," Hannah replied.
They reached the trendy teahouse in the wealthy section of DC, Hannah still talking about Paris fashions.
"Auntie Hannah, this isn't … who you think it is," said the oldest boy in the class.
Hannah faced Deidre, cool blue eyes assessing.
"You look like you're about to pass out," Hannah said.
"The little angels have a thing for chocolate," Hannah explained.
Hannah accepted the book and juice box.
Hannah said you came here looking for Rhyn?
Hey, Hannah, it's Katie.
Hannah whispered the last word.
Hannah, when I left home this morning, I had no kids!
Hannah said with genuine concern.
Now Hannah sounded bored rather than concerned.
Hannah had succeeded in landing a big fish blueblood, a descendant of Italian royalty, whose old money placated the chilly welcome she received into a lifestyle far, far different from her own.
Hannah took one look at her and frowned fiercely.
Hannah stood aside as she entered the large foyer, lecturing her as they ascended to the second floor.
Hannah continued on the same speech she'd heard every time they were together.
"You know I'm just concerned," Hannah finished.
"I'm assuming you already ate," Hannah said, nose crinkling.
It was three months' salary, though Hannah had added it to the black AmEx her fiancé paid in full every month without a second thought.
Just like their four-hour trip to the spa, the wardrobe Hannah bought Toby, the jewelry they both wore.
Within a four-hour period, Hannah had dropped $50K.
She'd lost Hannah in the crowd.
Hannah glanced up with a smile at her approach and patted the seat beside her.
How did you trick my sister Hannah into thinking I had a kid, when you and I know I don't?
Hannah asked in a hushed tone.
Hannah looked up as the butler let her in, her smile turning to a frown.
Hannah rolled her eyes and looked her over.
Hannah gathered her things and led her down to a warm, waiting car.
Katie pretended to listen as Hannah discussed the Paris fashion show she'd attended and the month in Monte Carlo she'd spend in January to escape the coldest weather.
Hannah warmly greeted her friends, four coiffed women in expensive clothing with diamonds the size of her thumbnail on their ring fingers.
Hannah said, fully knowing they did.
Hannah was apologizing for her pale features and dark-rimmed eyes.
Hannah sat and began talking about Paris again to an audience eager to hear her.
Her body was still exhausted from Kris's attack and a day spent with Hannah and her friends.
"Hannah won't approve of you being here," she told him.
The woman he assumed was Hannah stared at him, her mouth dropping open.
Hannah, this is Rhyn, my…the guy I met in Ireland.
Hannah was beautiful in the model sense, with a slender form and large eyes that grew wider when they swept over him.
Hannah shook herself visibly and said, I didn't hear you come in last night.
Hannah waited for more.
Hannah paused a few doors down along the wide, tall corridor with plush red rugs and gilded cornices.
With her carefully crafted outfit and makeup, Hannah fit right in.
"Come on in, Mr. Rhyn," Hannah said, pulling the door open.
Hannah told me about Katherine.
Hannah and I plan on taking our honeymoon there.
Hannah gives her all her old clothes, which aren't cheap, and she never even returns Hannah's phone calls.
It'll make Hannah so happy, Giovanni said with genuine warmth.
Rhyn found he didn't need to respond; Giovanni was capable of discussing himself --and his Hannah --without any sign of stopping.
Hannah returned a short time later, the only thing that interrupted Giovanni's ramblings.
Hannah appeared puzzled by the invitation but smiled when Rhyn turned to her.
Hannah, dear, please instruct the servants that Rhyn and Katherine are given whatever they ask for.
"Of course, sweetie," Hannah replied.
He was unaware how tense he was until Hannah left him, and he breathed in deeply.
Hannah must not know.
"Gio and Hannah say your life sucks as it is," he pointed out.
Her nightmares that night involved her sister, Hannah, being eaten by the jaguar with the white patch over his eye.
Hannah.s bedroom was quiet, the bed neatly made and her closet door open to reveal a large empty space.
She whirled to see a woman in a servant.s uniform Hannah insisted her household employees wear.