In Love, Never Say Never

“Scarlett, let’s look for a place to hide!” Emery cried as she frantically pulled my arm and ran back from where we came. I felt like a stiff mannequin being dragged along for the ride.

The paparazzi were not professionals in their field for nothing; in the blink of an eye, they were in full pursuit and soon ran us down and separated us.

Emery felt overwhelmed and could have barely taken care of herself, much less of me. She kept running and soon led the paparazzi off.

They came and went like a hurricane. Their target identified, the paparazzi pursued with full force. In other words, Emery had “sacrificed” herself.

I was just about to head out and hail a cab when a casual glance around stopped me in my tracks in surprise. Gregory was at the entrance staring at me. His charming features were alight with delighted mischief.

“Mommy, I ran into you again!”

Was this how rich families cared for their six-year-old children?

He was the heir apparent of the Fuller family. By standing still unsupervised, he became an easy target for kidnappers. There wasn’t a bodyguard anywhere near him.

I walked over and knelt down next to him. “Why are you here all alone?”

precocious enough, it would have been impossible

soon as I spoke, the wunderkind suddenly pouted. He tugged on my thumb and said in a pitiful

What?

an appointment with a stranger. It wouldn’t do for you to be

the end, I gave in to him. I tousled his hair in an attempt to comfort

Gregory snatched it off my hands. “Let me do it, Mommy,” he said. “Daddy is at work; I am not allowed to call him. I’ll just text the bodyguard and tell him

of my device right in front of my eyes. It took him

be along to pick me up soon,” Gregory said smugly as he handed the phone back

and took

text. He had even entered the precise location of the mall we were in. The ability to recite phone

that he would have been able to find his way

“Come on, I’ll take you to the

pitiful look on his face than before. “Mommy,

the softest when confronted with adorable children, especially when they were being coy. I was still able to muster a look of cold indifference earlier, but at this point, I would consider myself