Robert
I woke up at four and couldn’t get back to sleep. I kept replaying the events of the gala in my head over and over. Noelle, looking so radiantly beautiful in a sexy red dress that made my mouth water. Noelle quietly and competently moving the confrontational women out of the ballroom so that they wouldn’t disrupt the gala. Noelle’s look of incredulity when she realized that Alba (or Anna) was far more than just a s.lutty nanny and serial poacher. And finally the look on Noelle’s face when I lashed out at her. Foolishly throwing out accusations that I already knew in my heart weren’t true. Noelle did not have a devious or scheming bone in her beautiful body. That was part of what made me fall in love with her. She was always a straight shooter.
“You aren’t his mother.”
The way her
