Vivienne blinked in confusion. “Mara? Who’s that?”

As far as Vivienne was concerned, the name Mara had been flushed down the toilet long ago, just like yesterday’s news.

The whole Boyd family had become invisible in Vivienne and Percival’s world, let alone Mara.

Their association with the Boyds had been as necessary as a fish needs a bicycle—completely irrelevant!

Isolde nodded emphatically. “Yes, Mara. Mom’s niece, the one you’ve met before.”

Vivienne was still clueless, but Percival recalled and said, “The girl from the second branch of the Boyd family.”

“Huh?” Vivienne blinked, not following.

Percival chuckled helplessly and flicked Vivienne’s forehead. “The one you said had a nose like a button mushroom.”

“Oh!” Vivienne’s face lit up with realization. “Isn’t she supposed to be abroad? Why is she back?”

What Vivienne did not voice was, “How could she have the gall to show her face here again?”

But with Isolde present, such language was inappropriate.

The trio walked into the living room where Cecilia sat, looking somewhat apologetic.

“Mom, what’s she doing here? Is something wrong?” Percival inquired.

He knew his mother well enough to realize that although she could be scatterbrained at times, she had a strong moral compass.

The Boyds had been nothing but trouble, and Mara had even tried to break him and Vivienne up—Cecilia would not forgive that lightly.

Mara was now settling in at the Ellington Mansion, something must have gone

turn out this way; I thought we’d gone our separate ways for

clearly embarrassed. She felt she

Mara was never a central figure in

dynamics were none of

don’t mind me,” Vivienne said with a smile, looking at Cecilia with

her lip, “Vivienne,

niece, after all, and probably the only family you have left. She’s been close to you for many years, and whatever you decide,

be sure I won’t let

“No thanks needed.”

of my business anyway.” The last thought was Vivienne’s silent addition, mindful of Cecilia’s

sternly, “She can stay but not in the house. And she better not show her face

a huge concession

mother like that!” Cecilia retorted, less

the door, clenching her fists as she overheard the discussions

the legitimate lady of

her stay would be at the mercy of

her eyes briefly scanning

jumped, quickly slamming the door shut. Had she been imagining it, or did Vivienne catch her eye?

lips curled into a mocking

to look into Huxley Boyd’s whereabouts? Mara mentioned they had a layover in M

would also mean passing Mara off to him, sparing the Ellingtons any

a place to stay. With the Ellington family’s large number of real

to take care of your daily needs. Here’s a

arranged for Mara, from a new

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