Quintessa couldn't help but let out a laugh when she heard that. She probably hadn't met anyone cuter than Mrs. York in a long while.

Turning around, she nodded, "Yes, you're right. Sometimes, he's not all that bad."

"Oh, so you?"

Quintessa cut Mrs. York off, "Let's not go there. Everyone knows what I'm about. Him and I, we're just fooling around, nothing serious. Getting real? Maybe, that's a game neither of us can afford to play. Thanks, though for not judging me like everyone else."

"You!"

"I've gotta go."

Watching Quintessa close the door behind her, Mrs. York sighed. Deep down, she was conflicted. This girl, with all her personal baggage, wasn't really a match for her son. But her son was smitten, and she didn't dislike her either.

The

sparse belongings. Even her makeup collection was smaller than hers, not to mention her son's things scattered

he was, willing to live in such a place,

with this girl meant that her son could finally find some happiness, then so be

girl wasn't half

his mother, "Mom, where is

frowned, "What, you only got

please tell me. Where is

"She's at the studio."

Tyrone said, "Eat something, Mom. I'm heading over to the studio."

don't know

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had severe gastritis. She can't skip breakfast, especially

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