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.

trouble, and Mara had even tried to break

at the Ellington Mansion, something must have gone seriously awry for

"I never thought things would turn out this way; I thought we'd

at Vivienne sheepishly, clearly embarrassed. She felt she

unfazed. Mara was never a central figure in her life, and Cecilia's sentiments had no bearing

aunt-niece dynamics were none of

don't mind me," Vivienne said with a

bit her lip, "Vivienne,

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.

"No thanks needed."

thought was Vivienne's silent

had little to add, though he did say sternly, "She can stay but not in the house. And

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

was the legitimate lady of the house. To the uninformed, it might

even her stay would

raised her gaze, her eyes briefly scanning the slightly ajar door

Had she been imagining it, or did Vivienne catch her eye? It had sent

curled into

whereabouts? Mara mentioned they had a layover in M State. It'd be good to know if Huxley's still there;

nodded. Locating Huxley would also mean passing Mara off to him, sparing

Cecilia found Mara a place to stay. With the Ellington family's large number

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