The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

A bunch of gals were chinwagging for a bit, mostly about handbags, jewelry, and stuff like that; sometimes the conversation. would steer toward Lucian.

“Man, I’m so green with envy for Penelope. From an average Jane, she’s now the center of attention as Lucian’s bride–to-be.”

“Who in Northfield doesn’t know Lucian?”

“I wonder why Penelope is so darn lucky.”

“I’ve heard she got to be with him only because she saved him.”

“Why can’t I be that lucky?”

“Which woman in Northfield doesn’t dream of becoming Mrs. Lucian?”

Just then, they heard a soft chuckle. They all turned their heads to see Allison leaning against the railing. Allison looked up slowly. leaning against the railing, her voice hoarse: “Lucian must be blind as a bat.”

what’s that supposed to mean?”

you can’t just badmouth people like that.”

must be three sheets to the

that, the women linked arms

was left leaning against the railing, the only one on the

arms, feeling

was her brain still functioning? Why could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel full of the burning sensation of alcohol, and why did

sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are you badmouthing

leaning against the railing, looking at the

through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man walk toward her, she belched,

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

steps closer, looking at her

to believe that these people were just trying to slander

true?” Allison blinked, looking at the tall man

man’s chest but couldn’t move him. She leaned against the railing, laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She leaned in, looking at Lucian,