for me at the cafe. What are
the second heir of Skyr
lled open the door and got in, his
t asked curiously, “What li
age li
stepped on the gas too soon, and when he realized what he’d
m introduced so many women to you, but you didn’t like
will probably find some guys for you to choo
lving your paycheck fo
?! Do
help me buy a house. It doesn’t need to be too
e for? You’ve got all those villas to
was serious about the marriage certificate or the house. This had to
ound some random woman
d smacked her with it as soon as she opened the door. “Vivienne, what
h her sentence, Vivienne took
ened the paper to show her m
. She tossed away the feather duster a
ame… Damien? Damien Smyth. She remembered the man on the dating site had
e have m
fool me?” Mrs. Quinn read and reread the pape
p. “Mom, it came straight fr
inn peered out the door and added, “I only asked you to go on the date and
rty, and he’s good–looking…” Vivienne thought back on the details of her brief time with Damie
worry about a mother–in–law
ate, she wasn’t sure she’d made the right choice by forcing her daughter to get married
another man. Mrs. Quinn was worried that, when she died one day, Vivienne would be alone and have no one to take care of her, no one to help or hold
, though, it was useles
Quinn sat down heavily. “I know you did this on your own,
Vivienne said. “Mom, I have to go out to the stall now. It’s ho
hings and heading out. She’d set up a stall at the Eastern Night Ma
11 o’clock sharp. When business was good, she would bring in about four thousand dollars a month. In Washi
ent a few years ago, no jewelry company was willing to
bustling. She took a second to send Damien a text message. My
ponse. Business picked up shortly aft
sold over three hundred dollars worth of je
the van counting the day’s ea
usiness. I’ll be back in a few d
mmon in company work, Vivienn
ing in her life had changed, except f
ut forgot that she had a husband. One night, she didn’t close the stall down until midnight, and it
umbrella to take a look. It wasn’t the first time the van had had
new car, or even another used car, since that would cost over half a y
’d have to send it to the shop again. She was disappointe
r, and it was late at night. She left the car on the side of the r
sold jewelry back since some still nee
pieces for repair. She’d have to pu
he same time proved difficult. The rain had soaked her through
out from inside his Rolls Royce, unbeknownst
she’d be overwhelmed by the weather. The wind did, though, take her umbrella, and she looked soaked all over. Sti
lla and nodded to his driver.
e car and hurried to