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.

shouldn't be worried. The girl clearly wasn't interested in

the sparse belongings. Even her makeup collection was smaller than hers, not to mention her

live in such a place, getting kicked out of the room time and again without a word of complaint. What did

meant that her son

this girl

returning, Tyrone found only his

frowned, "What, you only got her in

tell

"She's at the studio."

"Eat something, Mom. I'm heading over to

"To bring her unch. You don't know it, but she fainted

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She can't skip breakfast, especially not with today's heat.

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