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

Quintessa's room, Mrs. York noted the sparse belongings. Even her makeup

to live in such a place, getting kicked out

that her son could

girl wasn't

returning, Tyrone found only his

frowned, "What, you only

tell

"She's at the studio."

the table, Tyrone said, "Eat something, Mom. I'm

unch. You don't know it, but she

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