Blake
Thea seems unflappable. “No.”
“So you live here with my son and my granddaughter, and you're not married.” I know my mother is trying to walk Thea into a trap, but I have no doubt that Thea is smart enough to dance circles around her.
“I don't need a husband to be able to do my job.” As Thea speaks, I watch Azura start inching closer to her, as if trying to get between her grandmother and her nanny.
“I just think it's highly inappropriate. What will people think?”
Thea lifts her shoulders. “I don't put much stock in other people's thoughts or feelings about my life.”
My mother looks her up and down, slowly, before curling a lip and responding. “Obviously.”
That single word seems to break Azura. “Don't be mean to my nanny! Thea is a good person, but you’re... you’re mean!” With
