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.” @®

if I keep you company? Let me introduce myself. I’m

father’s. And your name is, miss?”

was confident in his understanding of women. Though they might appear high-minded, a hint of his wealthy background

“My name is…”

“Mr. Aston?”

Malcom on

around, Malcom’s demeanor shifted instantly. He quickly rose and said, “Mr. Blakely,

you talking about?” Tyrone inquired

merely

to Sabrina, Tyrone said, “Allow me to introduce