But I witnessed my mom and the many interactions she had with wealthy men. If nothing else, it taught me that no relationship could truly thrive when something was being dangled over the head of one of the parties.
“You are stunning, daughter of mine. If you were a tad bit lighter, I might’ve had some competition tonight.” She chuckled lightly to take the bite out of her insult.
“I also want to apologize for holding the artifacts over your head. Doing that was the epitome of what you hate. It was blackmail and a terrible way to start our relationship.
It was. But he definitely made up for it.
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