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- 36
Marilyn Rambolt didn't keep much store by time. In fact, she abhored it and how it passed so quickly. If she could turn it back or stop it she would. She missed having her little girl at home. So much of that time had been stolen while Cecily was away at school. Then when that blackhearted monster married her. She ran her fingers over the silks and satins, admired the lace trim. She had hoped that nice Nicolas fellow would have proposed to her daughter. Yet she knew how office romances could be. Most of them never lasted. She marveled over how her own marriage had only strengthened through the years. Her green eyes smiled as she thought of her James.
So lost in her thoughts she nearly missed her daughter coming toward her. "Well hi there stranger," she laughed, rushing to hug her only child close to her heart.
So lost in her thoughts she nearly missed her daughter coming toward her. "Well hi there stranger," she laughed, rushing to hug her only child close to her heart.