Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta looked at the man's stern profile, her breathing momentarily uneven.

Yolanda was quite surprised too. After some time apart, it seemed even Badass Remington had learned the art of diplomacy. Shame that some folks seemed to have regressed.

Timothy had been silent since he arrived.

At Remington's command, he waved dismissively at the manager. "Get to work, and next time, open your eyes wide. Don't just listen to gossip. Recognize the lady of the house before you act, or nobody will save you next time!"

Timothy gave the manager a firm pat on the head, a clear sign he'd narrowly avoided disaster. The manager quickly agreed, closing the lounge door and standing guard outside.

Timothy approached Lizetta, a warm smile on his face. "Sis, you must be tired. Why don't you and Ms. Yolanda sit down? I'll get us some fruit and drinks, and we can talk this through."

Yolanda looked at Timothy, her smile showing her approval. "Mr. Temple knows what's up, unlike some who can't see or think straight."

Timothy, felt his blood boil. He impulsively let go of Margaret's hand, pulled Timothy away from Yolanda, and said coldly, "I hurt my foot, did you not see? Get your club's doctor here

ignoring him. Margaret and Stella, however, were not as relaxed. The other girls gathered around them, eyeing

please, talk

to deflect. "This mess started because of you and Jane's actions. You're the

Dashiell's making a

not Cassius. Didn't you say you and Mr. Dashiell were

his own

Stella's expression darkened further with

nothing to do with us, understand Ms. Gardenia and Ms. Yolanda's feelings, but we

to maintain her dignity. "Mr. Temple, my