The Wicked Witch of the West was due today. Yes, that’s my mother!. Honestly, she was the last person I needed to see. Yes, I know I invited her, but what with Leo here, and complete with black eye I knew my the woman would never let it rest. Even though she had given me guardianship of Leo while she frolicked in champagne and caviar in New York’s society, it didn’t stop her from sticking her oar in whenever she wanted. Leo hated it when she came over and had even talked Alma and George into letting her stay at their mews house on Friday night just so she didn’t have to sit at the table with her mother. I couldn’t blame her. Maybe I had done this wrong. Maybe Kate and I should have just run off to Vegas and got married in an Elvis Chapel. It would certainly have caused less tension.And if course my thoughts turned to Kate. You know, love and I don’t get on. I’d done it once–falling in love, that is. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could never do it again. That little inte

I don’t think I have ever been so angry for a long time. What the hell was my mother playing when she asked Kate who she was? I’d just bloody told her! And as for ‘Wish-I-had-never-heard-of-you,’ there was no way on God’s earth I would marry that woman. The outfit she was wearing was hardly appropriate for a family dinner. Flesh chiffon with strategic cutouts. From a distance, she appeared attractive, but once you engaged in conversation with her, it felt like prodding a snake with a stick. Her face remained expressionless.. Regardless of the topic, she skillfully redirected the discussion back to herself, making her ego seem larger than anything I had ever encountered.  I wanted to talk to Kate in private, especially after the way she kissed me when she first arrived. I know she was pretending, but it felt genuine enough. She called me a liar when I said that I had missed her. But it wasn’t true. The more I saw her at work, the mor