Vivienne blinked in confusion. "Mara? Who's that?"

As far as Vivienne was concerned, the name Mara had been flushed down the toilet long ago, just like yesterday's news.

The whole Boyd family had become invisible in Vivienne and Percival's world, let alone Mara.

Their association with the Boyds had been as necessary as a fish needs a bicycle-completely irrelevant!

Isolde nodded emphatically. "Yes, Mara. Mom's niece, the one you've met before."

Vivienne was still clueless, but Percival recalled and said, "The girl from the second branch of the Boyd family."

"Huh?" Vivienne blinked, not following.

Percival chuckled helplessly and flicked Vivienne's forehead. "The one you said had a nose like a button mushroom."

"Oh!" Vivienne's face lit up with realization. "Isn't she supposed to be abroad? Why is she back?"

What Vivienne did not voice was, "How could she have the gall to show her face here again?"

But with Isolde present, such language was inappropriate.

The trio walked into the living room where Cecilia sat, looking somewhat apologetic.

"Mom, what's she doing here? Is something wrong?" Percival inquired.

He knew his mother well enough to realize that although she could be scatterbrained at times, she had a strong moral compass.

been nothing but trouble, and Mara had even tried to break him and Vivienne up-Cecilia would not forgive that

something must

would turn out this way; I thought we'd gone

clearly embarrassed. She felt she had no right to

central figure in her life,

were none of Vivienne's

own decision; don't mind me," Vivienne said

bit her lip, "Vivienne,

family you have left. She's been close to you for many years, and whatever you decide, I won't object. Just follow your heart." Cecilia's eyes welled up at Vivienne's words. "Vivienne, you

"No thanks needed."

last thought was Vivienne's silent addition, mindful of

"She can stay but not in the house. And she better not show her face around Vivienne. It's bad karma." Helping Mara was

Don't speak to your mother like that!" Cecilia retorted, less patient with her son. She did not want to upset Vivienne, but what was it to him? Upstairs, Mara stood silently by the door, clenching her fists as

those in the know, it was clear Cecilia was the legitimate lady of the house. To the uninformed,

even her stay would be at

scanning the slightly ajar door of the guest room

imagining it, or did Vivienne catch her eye? It had sent a shiver down her

into

a layover in M State. It'd be good to

also mean passing Mara off

family's large number of real estate, choosing

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