Holding back the tears, she threw on her robe and went into the bedroom. She sat at the small table carefully applying her makeup. Sara came to the door and looked startled, “What are you doing, Mommy? Dinner’s almost ready.”
Maureen put down the eyeliner but avoided looking at her daughter. She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, honey, but I’ve been invited out for dinner.”
“With Aunt Eileen?”
“Well, maybe Aunt Eileen will be there. I hope so.” Maureen had almost convinced herself that Dexter Wells would be taking both she and Eileen dancing. Afterward he’d probably want a threesome, just him and the two sisters. He may have rented a suite at the hotel or he’d take them back to his place.
Sara spotted the necklace. “Oh, how pretty!” She exclaimed bending down to read the black letters, “WWFB
