To Love A Stranger
Six years later…
"Mother, I'm never getting married again," Madeline vowed with a roll of her eyes. "Now, will you just drop it?"
Cecelia Murray-Anderson-Farris-and a few more hyphenated names that currently ended at Howard—gave her daughter an arctic smile while she reached for her glass of wine. "Don't be silly, child. Of course you'll remarry. You're too beautiful to waste away on the shelf. We both are." She looped a lock of hair behind her ears to give anyone who was looking, and there were quite a few, a good look at the sizable diamond-studded earrings she wore.
Madeline sighed instead of laughed even though nothing tickled her more than her mother's bougie vanity.
"Don't give me that look, little girl," Cecelia snapped, reading her daughter like the open book she was. "With careful selection, marriage is nothing more than business contract and transaction. Men want something nice and pretty on their arms and a brat or two until the next showroom model turns eighteen. We simply provide a service. Nothing more," she said.
"That might have been so once upon a time," Madeline replied, "but I'm officially retired. Russell left me and the kids mo ... read full excerpt from: To Love a Stranger ebook
