You Are My One and Only

The way Sylvie looked with her arms akimbo amused Patricia, and she thought her daughter seemed absolutely adorable.

With that, she caressed the little girl’s cheek with a smile. “I couldn’t come home because my car broke down, so I crashed at a friend’s.”

Patricia had already explained it clearly on the phone earlier, so her boys questioned her no more. However, this little one was growing increasingly domineering—no doubt her future husband would have things tough.

“Were you with a guy or a girl?” Sylvie frowned upsettingly.

She had taken to heart what her brothers reminded her; it was unacceptable for girls to stay out with boys, so she demanded the same from her mother.

“A lady,” Patricia said after some thought. “She’s a very pretty elder. How about that?”

Sylvie pondered for a moment after hearing so. “Oh, alright. Don’t ever stay out again, okay?”

At that, Patricia knew she was safe from further questioning. Though she might have twisted the truth a little, Elizabeth had indeed been there.

After returning to her room, she took a shower and changed into loungewear. How madly uncomfortable it had been when she hadn’t showered the night before. At last, she felt much more refreshed.

she had

of the plethora of resumes she sent. The discovery got her a little dejected. Worst of all, it

have much experience in this field, though. I should just leave it for now and see if I’ll receive any more emails

room and leaned against her. “Tricia, I want

as they were lately, she didn’t want to disappoint her baby girl. Besides, they had gotten annual passes sometime in the past, so they could still go whenever Sylvie wanted this

chubby little cheeks and grabbed a shirt from her closet. “I’ll go down as soon as I get changed. Go

“Okay!”

while trotting away, “Scott, Stellan, we’re going out to play.

help smiling upon hearing the little

were—the simplest things could already make them happy. She hoped

Mall, a shopping mall she often hung out in when she was still the eldest young lady of the Aniston Family. This time,

Scott asked gravely

else. That pile of metal was a hazard, and even more so with his mother’s poor driving

eyes away thoughtfully, not daring to tell the truth. “It’s the pretty elderly lady whom

nice to you. You

up often, and she should treat them to a meal or something because she absolutely loved this