Chapter 33
Hugh swirled the vodka in the glass. Took one sip and exhaled. Lady Margaret's parties were tremendously lavish and exquisite. He liked the parties because the size of the ballroom made his appearance less likely to be discovered. Hugh liked solidity. He was tired of those debutantes and their bickering mamas encircling him and demanding for his attention. So here he was, sitting on a blue sofa in the corner of the ballroom, swirling his second glass of vodka, and exhaling time and again as boredom got the better of him. But he was especially bored, because Joan had not arrived. Or maybe she would not even. Who knew anyway? Hugh saw his beloved mother, from a distance, coming to him, her features looking slightly irritated. "Ciao arrabbiato madre" Hugh said as his mother sat besid
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