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.

worried. The girl clearly wasn't interested in

belongings. Even her makeup collection was smaller than

he was, willing to live in such a place, getting kicked out of the room time and again without a word of complaint. What did that tell anyone? It was clear as day, except to

girl meant that her son could finally find

girl wasn't half

returning, Tyrone found only his mother,

York frowned, "What, you only got her in your

mom, please tell me.

"She's at the studio."

some groceries on the table, Tyrone said, "Eat something, Mom. I'm heading over to the studio." "Why on

bring her unch. You don't know

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she had been constantly exhausted, and had severe gastritis. She can't skip breakfast, especially

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