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The mother-daughter fashion show took place that evening.
Rollo spent the time working out with the punching bag at his gym. He needed the release. The thought of Brianna willingly putting herself into the clutches of his mother drove him nuts. Why wouldn't she listen to reason? She always thought the best of people. She counted on the best of people. Sometimes she was right.
But not this time.
After his workout, Rollo showered, grabbed a quick solo dinner at a noodle shop in Chinatown, and took a cab to the Parkside. Even though he was still pissed at Brianna, he wanted to see her. The fashion show must be over by now. They could put the show and their quarrel behind them and get back to screwing their brains out.
But when he knocked on her door, he got no answer. He checked his w
