Dianne Dufort was irked. After the episode with André and Amber, she had quietly retreated to her room and finally emerged after a fresh bath and light lunch. André and the girl were nowhere to be seen. She sighed and went back to bed. Before she went off to sleep, she crept into André'room and lightly threw his favourite vase on the floor. Having derived the necessary satisfaction from seeing the hundred shattered fragments, she went off to sleep.
She was woken the next morning by the miad.
"Madam, the press is outside! There are hundreds of reporters crowding the gate. What do I do?" The maid whimpered. Dianne's eyes flew open, "The press? Did André call them?"
"Sir hasn't been home since yesterday," the maid said. Anger flickered behind Dianne's eyes. I can't believe he had the guts
