Drowning in the Ocean of Love
He said apathetically, "Mom, whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Caroline knocked the coffee mug from the table, sending it crashing to the floor in pieces. She pointed at my nose, fuming, "What's so good about this woman? Mrs. Prescott's daughter is returning to the country soon. Hurry up and divorce her!"
Startled, I shrank into his arms, only to catch the scent of roses—Lucia's scent.
Gabriel clenched his jaw and said firmly, "Phoebe might not measure up to Lucia, but I promised I'd stand by her and love her for as long as I live! Get those ideas out of your head, Mom."