The next day I sat in front of my vanity while my mother and sister helped me with my hair and makeup getting me ready for the dreaded Mating Ball. I was trying to hide my foul mood from them, but my mother caught on. She always catches on. "Knock that scowl off your face this instance, Jemma Skye." She ordered me.
I took a deep breath. I wanted to stay home and work on my relationship with Paul. We had shared a long night of wild s*x last night. That made me smile slightly and took my mind off of where I was going.
"Mommy!" I heard Nicky screaming from outside of my room.
To my mother's chagrin, I turned to see my son running into the room. He had tears streaming down his cheeks. He ran over to me. "What's wrong, Nicky?" He climbed onto my lap, and I hugged him to my chest.
"Daddy w
