“Your mother and Autumn are nothing alike. Nothing. Yekaterina was elegant. Poised. When she stepped into a room, the whole place brightened. Lit up like the sun. When Autumn walks into a room, she lights it on fire. She’s rude. Rough around the edges. A complete and total smartass who says whatever the fuck she wants to say, no matter the consequences. She eats like a goddamn barbarian. You’d think the woman had never seen a knife and fork in her life. She talks in her sleep, and nine times out of ten, it doesn’t even make sense. She—”
