"Prepare it yourself." Zoe's voice was soft and hoarse. "Mason, from now on, I won't manage your personal life. You can pay someone to tend to your clothes and accessories. Otherwise, you can bring Ava to the house and give her a raise to do it."

Mason frowned, displeased. "I don't like others meddling in these private matters."

Silence filled the bedroom.

After a while, Zoe's voice was raspy. "Then, bear with it. I won't do it. If you think spending so much money on me is a waste, you can di