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.

Mansion, something must have gone seriously awry for Cecilia to

never thought things would turn out this way; I thought we’d gone our separate ways for good. But then

sheepishly, clearly embarrassed. She felt she had

however, was unfazed. Mara was never a central figure in her life,

were

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

bit her lip,

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

let Mara trouble you again.

“No thanks needed.”

none of my business anyway.” The last thought was Vivienne’s silent

can stay

already a huge concession

a place for her. Don’t speak to your mother like that!” Cecilia retorted, less patient with her son. She did not want to upset Vivienne, but what was

clenching

it was clear Cecilia was the legitimate lady of the house. To

her stay would

eyes briefly scanning

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

into a

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,

the Ellington family’s large number of

I’ll hire a housekeeper to take care of your daily needs. Here’s a credit card. The PIN is your birthday. I’ll stop by weekly, and if anything comes

was arranged for Mara, from a new phone

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