Lucettia’s Point of View:
“Mommy, do you want to see Kiefer?” I asked her after a long while.
We were both having wine while staring at the ceiling. We have our time as a mother and daughter.
My mother turned to me. “Is he here? I didn’t see him outside.”
I smiled and nodded. “Kiefer drove me here. I just came here first because he needed to take care of something. I’m sure he was already outside. He’s your fan, and he really loves your artwork.”
My mother giggled. “Sure. I want to see him and scold him for telling us that you guys were dating.”
“Mom!” I laughed. “He only did that to protect me. But I never imagined grandfather would buy that.”
“I know, I know, Lucettia.” She put her wineglass on the table. “All of us believed what Kiefer told us because we have known him and his f
