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.

in at the Ellington Mansion, something must

experience. “I never thought things would turn out this way; I

Vivienne sheepishly, clearly embarrassed. She felt she

figure in her life, and Cecilia’s sentiments had no bearing on

were none of Vivienne’s

make your own decision; don’t mind me,” Vivienne said with a smile, looking

lip, “Vivienne,

probably the only family you have left. She’s been close to you

won’t let Mara trouble you again. If she does, I’ll deal with her.

“No thanks needed.”

The last thought was Vivienne’s silent addition, mindful of Cecilia’s

did say sternly, “She can stay but not in

a huge concession

for a place for her. Don’t speak to your mother like that!” Cecilia retorted, less patient

clenching her

in the know, it was clear Cecilia was the legitimate lady of the house. To the uninformed,

that even her stay would be

subtly raised her gaze, her eyes briefly scanning the slightly ajar door of the guest

been imagining it, or did Vivienne catch her eye? It had

curled into a mocking

and Percival, could you spare a moment to look into Huxley Boyd’s whereabouts? Mara mentioned they had a layover in M State. It’d be good to know if Huxley’s still there; it’s quite worrisome,”

passing Mara off to him, sparing the Ellingtons any further

stay. With the Ellington family’s large number of real estate, choosing a

your daily needs. Here’s a credit card. The PIN is your birthday. I’ll stop by weekly, and if anything comes up, just call me,

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