Mirabelle's POV:
My heart stopped. “What? No, Skyler, I—” I stammered, caught off guard.
“Why did you throw up, then?” He pressed, oblivious to the awkwardness he’d created.
I shot Noah a glance, my mind racing. This was not the conversation I wanted to have with a child. “I just didn’t feel well, that’s all.” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Maybe you ate something bad,” Skyler suggested.
“Maybe,” I said, forcing a smile. “Let’s focus on getting you all cleaned up and ready for lunch, okay?”
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As we settled into the back of the red sports car. I turned to Noah, who wore a black tailored suit, while I wore a black strapless satin evening dress with a high-end French fishtail.
“You look handsome,” I said, smiling widely.
Smiling, he said. “Am glad you think that
