Slap! Macey stumbled back touching her face as she stared wide-eyed at the man who had been her husband for the past two years: Julius DaLair. His sandy blonde hair crowned him like a halo but there was nothing angelic about his expression. He stood in front of her with his face blazi
Six Years Later “Julius!” Julius sighed as he looked up from his paperwork to see his self-proclaimed fiancée stride into his office. The woman didn’t know the meaning of the word knock among many others. Katherine Trent was everything one expected of an hei
“Julius, you look like hell.” With a sigh he turned to face an older version of himself. March was ten years his senior and growing up the brothers had been quite close. Their connection remained to this day. Standing next to each other it was not difficult to see the family resembla
“Oooo! Here it is!” Katherine excitedly cooed as she dragged Julius into the newly opened art gallery. Though its grand opening was still a week away it was open for business. Located along East Houston Street it enjoyed proximity to several other galleries and ensured a steady stream
In the end Macey bought two gowns as well as outfits for the twins knowing Augustus he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less and she hated shopping enough to only be bothered with it once. She managed a small victory in beating Stephen to the credit machine and paid for the clothes herself. He
Macey laughed. She separated her hair and used clips to create soft pigtails that still allowed her natural curls to bounce. Luckily Macey had become skilled in taming such curls as Aria always wanted her hair done in a new style. Caden’s hair was much easier to maintain especially as he insisted
Julius and March pushed their way through the crowd in time to see Katherine slap the boy bravely standing up for his sister. They stood in shock not only by her hostile behavior but also because of the boy’s appearance. His hair had a reddish tint and his eyes were a clear, vibrant green but desp
“Jules, did you know? Jules!” March clutched his brother’s arm pulling his attention away from Macey’s retreating form. Julius met his brother’s enraged gaze reluctantly. Without another word March dragged him away to a private corner away from prying eyes and curious ears.