The Kiss that Sparked it All

The doctor’s diagnosis put Balfour at ease, and he nodded with a sigh of relief, “Well, that’s good”

Patricia’s eyes twinkled, “Balfour, the doc says my foot ain’t that bad, I wanna go check out Ellinor’s performance, I’m a bit worried about her

Balfour furrowed his eyebrows. “Patri, the doc advised you to stay put and get some rest

Patricia pouted “But I really wanna see Balfour, could you take me there, pretty please?”

Balfour’s brow furrowed even more. “No can do Patri, Ellinor’s performing in your name, if people see you there, it’s gonna stir up trouble”

Patricia was taken aback, she hadn’t forgotten that. But she still wanted to see Ellinor’s performance. If she screwed up and pissed off old Mr. Bagley she could always pop up and prove that it wasn’t her on stage and make up a story about Ellinor pretending to be her to ruin old Mr. Bagley’s birthday bash. That way, she could play the victim and frame Ellinor

“I just wanna peek from afar We can make sure nobody sees us.”

Balfour didn’t budge. “Patri, stop being so stubborn, you need to get treated and rest”

with tears welling up

Balfour was unmoved

“Ms. Howard, you should listen to Mr. Howard and

Balfour wouldn’t change his mind and reluctantly accepted

respectfully. “That’s too kind of you, Ms. Howard. It’s no trouble

approachable and understanding in

almost everyone who knew her thought she was friendly, like an innocent angel. Quinton

didn’t stop Quinton; he just watched his seemingly well–behaved but increasingly worrisome sister

that

and was

her, thinking she looked more sophisticated than Patricia after getting dolled up. She was more jealous and said grumpily.