Lucien

He had had enough. He had been unable to tear his eyes off his wife as she spoke animatedly and laughed with the young men with Aiyana. The youths in question had not been able to look anywhere else, either, he thought furiously, his hand tightening around the stem of his glass as he watched her, his hand in his pocket.

“Ah, such a little thing… Did you pick her up from school?’ sighed someone close by and he turned to meet the eyes of Tara Winston, the woman who was ...