Jamie sat at the table, looking at her father nervously. They were at dinner and Lucien Delano was conversing in a low voice with James Schwartz, seated on his left.

Proserpina hovered around, bringing out the dishes, till her husband gripped her wrist and growled,

“Sit the fck down, Woman. Why do I have a house full of fcking help ?”

Sending him a pointed look for using such language, Proserpina subsided, dimpling at Schwartz, who looked at her, his heart n his ...