Chapter 13
Markus pasted his best I-missed-you-mother smile on his face as the elevator doors opened and his petite mother burst from it in a flurry of Chanel and Hermès and unruly short blonde hair. Not that he didn’t actually miss her. He had just learned not to.
His mother was all warmth and levity whereas his father was power and strategy. But she was just as meddlesome as her husband when they remembered he existed; stifling and overbearing.
“Markus, there you are.” Judith stood on the tiptoes of her high-heels to kiss his cheeks and then she stepped back, demanding, “Where have you been hiding her?”
“Who, Mother?” he asked.
She put her hands on her hips and huffed as elegantly as a lady could huff. “Your new, almost wife. When were you planning to introduce her? On the wedding d
