Chapter 9

Shining stars in a moonlit sky were everything Colleen was dreaming about. And on that moon she sat, cross-legged, sipping from a glass of very expensive champagne while she made a painting out of the soulful hazel eyes of Andre Lourdes. It had been all about him through the night till she retired to bed and even after she had gone to bed. She just couldn’t help it. It was as if he had cast a spell on her—a good one, she hoped.

Then her phone rang. Was she still dreaming or was that her mother’s ID on the screen of her phone?

Groggily dragging the answer button, she placed the phone in her ear. What she heard next sent all the weariness in her eyes and the smiles on her face running back where they came from.

“You spoiled little thing! After everything I did for you! I birth you, I housed you, I clothed you, I even sent your dumb ass to school, and look how that turned out for me? You can’t even call your mother at least once in a month to send her a little ‘thank you for bringing