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Besides, I kind of sympathised with Ms O’Sullivan.
If Tristan were my son, I’d be calling names by now.
‘Watch your mouth!’ He shot back. ‘This is my girlfriend you are talking about. So what if she’s been married? She’s still ten times better than whatever trash you’re trying to set me up with.’
Evelyn flinched.
Tristan swore.
He turned around. ‘Let’s go, Amiyah. We’ll find someplace nicer and quieter, without all the annoying gnats buzzing around.’
Evelyn was in tears.
I felt bad for her.
She was an innocent victim caught in the crossfire of mother-son conflict.
I glanced at Ms O’Sullivan again.
Her face was flushed with anger.
Kieran Valentine said not a word from beginning to end.
He remained seated and appeared oblivious to the drama unfolding in front of him.
His attention was riveted on a porcelain plate in front of him.
He studied the plain white dish like it was the most fascinating artwork in the world.
I didn’t get a chance to observe Rainey’s reaction.
Tristan caught my wri
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