Scars Of A Broken Bond

They located an empty booth and settled in.

Tyrone excused himself to the restroom.

A young man boasting colorful hair approached their table, wine glass in hand, and queried, “May I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance?”

Declining his invitation, Sabrina said, “My apologies. I need a bit of rest.”

The stranger took a seat opposite Sabrina and gestured for the waiter.

He procured a glass of wine from the passing tray and slid it to Sabrina. “A drink, perhaps?”

Sabrina was adamant. “Sorry, but I can’t drink.” @®

Let me introduce myself. I’m Malcom. Ever heard

father’s. And your name is, miss?” The man presented

of women. Though they might appear high-minded, a hint of his wealthy background would soon have

“My name is…”

“Mr. Aston?”

on the

quickly rose and said, “Mr. Blakely, didn’t expect to see

talking

merely getting acquainted with

Tyrone said,