It was later after the shots when Greg brought her back to where she was staying, compliments of the bride and she got out feeling quite tipsy when he drove up to the entrance. She waved as she started to head towards the front doors and started walking.
But then Diandra heard him turn off the car and open the door to get out, so she stopped near the doors and turned to watch him walk up to her, a sudden wind catching in his hair as he reached her. He stood there looking down into her neat, pert little face with those large eyes that never have changed
“Did you really think I’d have a wife and a brood?”
It was the strangest look in his eyes. Challenging? Daring? Searching…. for
Diandra only stood there and held her breath. She looked back at Greg,
“well, I heard about the scandal —not from ….” and Diandra implied with her head towards the hotel to imply the bride and at the same time Diandra looked away. She took a small step back and dropped her gaze to the ground where they stood
“Scandal?” he asked and when she didn’t answer and kept her gaze at the ground he pulled her face up by her chin to look at him as he stared blankly back at her with no expression
“I….” she dropped her gaze, “Natasha ….your cousin—do you see him?”
“Who?” he asked her coldly and he harshly pulled her chin to make her look at him
“Your son.”
She could have predicted his reaction. She knew before she even said the words what he’d do.
He turned around, went to his car and tore off without a word
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