Chapter 8: Come SoftlyRhiannon
Rhiannon hated when Juan de Vivar summoned her. What did he think she was, his maid?
Fucking macho chauvinist pig.
It was because she was unlucky. She knew it.
First there were her grandparents. Why couldn’t they have been English nobility or French or even Italian royalty? But no, they were from Romania, and peasant stock at that. When they’d arrived on Ellis Island, they’d chosen the surname “Jones.” Seriously, could it have been any more ordinary?
Then there were her parents. She’d been born during the height of the baby boom, and they’d christened her Jane. Jane Jones. How pathetic was that?
To top it off, when her brother arrived a couple of years later, they’d named him Richard.
Dick and Jane. Lame, lame, lame.
Was it any surprise she’d split as
