“So, you and my mom dated?” He hesitates for a moment before that soft, dreamy look re-enters his eyes. Oh, my God, he’s a fucking lunatic. “We did, for several months, and we were really happy. Until that piece of shit Parris came along,” he spits. “She hated him, couldn’t stand the guy. He had just graduated, and his father chose my Giselle as his bride.”
