Chapter 12

SYDNEY'S POV As I pulled up to my father's mansion, I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable confrontation. I knew he wouldn’t be pleased with me showing up without Alexander; he always wanted me to scurry after him like some lost pup. For a while, I’d admit, I had actually scurried after him. I had practically changed my life to satisfy them. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. I made the short walk to the mansion's courtyard; the courtyard faced the well-kept garden. I had admired the garden when I first came. It was where I preferred to spend my time whenever they were fawning over Bella. The garden looked even more beautiful and well-tended. I was sure Mum must have gone bunkers as she instructed the household gardeners on how to trim it right. The area was already bustling with activities. The servants were already up and down attending to the guests—young and old—who were seated around tables, each person clad in luxurious outfits and jewelr