Burned Once, Never Again (Niamh and Castiel)

Laughing triumphantly, Niamh exclaimed, "Castiel wasn't just seething with anger; his face was practically contorted with rage!"

Recalling his expression after the announcement, she was certain he was mentally plotting her demise. After all, Castiel had dismissed her, insisting that she would never get through Leopardbite Intl. He had never underestimated anyone before, and the one time he did was because he felt he knew his woman inside and out. And so, he paid the price.

"Way to go, girl!" Billie exclaimed, thoroughly impressed with Niamh. They downed their drinks as if they'd just conquered the world.

It didn't take long for the whole Jamison family to catch wind of this incident, and one could imagine the chaos that ensued.

Niamh woke up from her hangover feeling surprisingly fine. However, she couldn't remember when she'd made it back to Chesapeaks Bay.

The butler and the housekeepers were standing at attention at the bottom of the stairs when she descended. Simon was definitely over-the-top and had meticulous attention to detail.

"Good morning, Ms. Weaver," the butler greeted Niamh.

Niamh had been with Castiel for years and always thought the

Jamisons were wealthy and lived like royalty in Greenburg. Even after being married to him for a long time, she still struggled to adjust to

his world.

This led to prolonged ridicule from Renee and the rest of the Jamisons, who never acced her and even held her in disdain.

Niamh thought she'd seen it all, but this was on another level. She had always believed that the Jamisons represented the pinnacle of luxury, but now she realized their lavish lifestyle was all about

appearances.

In contrast, Simon's lifestyle was not just about grand displays; it was about refined elegance.

The contrast between the two families was stark; one had the essence of a long-established noble, while the other felt like a

nouveau riche upstart. Niamh hadn't realized it before, but now, it was clear that the Jamisons belonged to the latter.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Is everything to your liking?" the butler asked attentively as she took her first bite at the dining table.

Niamh nodded. "It is! The sweetness is just right."

She wasn't a big fan of sweet dishes, but the apple pie the kitchen had prepared that morning had a pleasant, balanced sweetness that wasn't too sugary. It was much better than what she could bake. "Shall we make this your regular dessert then?"

"Sure, thank you," she responded politely.

The butler nodded. The kitchen had prepared a little bit of everything for breakfast. It was obvious that they weren't yet familiar with her palate, so they made a range of dishes, each in small portions. The butler was watching her like a hawk. He kept track of everything she ate and enjoyed, so he could figure out what kind of food she liked.

Quinn arrived after breakfast. She found Niamh in her bespoke suit, ready to leave, and seemed unsure of how to approach her.

"What is it?" Niamh asked.

"Word got out about you going to Macy's ward at the hospital."

Niamh froze when she heard that. It was as if she could already see the headlines they would create.

"Does my uncle know about this too?"

"Yeah, he does."

"And what'd he say?"

"He said he wants to hear what you think first..."

Simon had always respected Niamh in this regard. His respect was rooted in a desire to see her grow and become even more capable.