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she muttered aloud. But when she saw the name Jane again, her interest peaked. She tapped into Lucy’s profile and confirmed it—Lucy Crestwell. Daniel’s wife. Jane’s sister. An assemblyman’s wife is texting me? A thrill ran through her. “Well, I’ll win her over,” Sylvia whispered to herself. She quickly replied: > “My name is Sylvia Wayne, PR Manager at Orlov Empire. And yes, I can help you with that. But please, do not let her know. As much as I don’t like what she did to you, I can’t risk losing my job.”

Sylvia asks, batting her long lashes. “Terribly,” Hugh tells her. They each get hugs, one at a time. Even Declan gives her a big bear hug, when he’s typically so standoffish with everyone else. I try really hard not to let my heart sink at the sight of it. “I’ll send you a dozen postcards,” Sylvia says. “One every place we go. And I’ll call you every day.” “We’ll answer,” Conrad promises. “Of course we will.” I frown slightly, overhearing that. I’m not terribly fond of the idea of the brothers being on a trip with me, and then stepping away to talk with Sylvia. Though I guess I’m not surprised. If it’s only limited to phone calls, it still feels like a victory.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

It was not until 3 in the evening she actually broke free from him. "Ahhh!" Yawning she was not surprised to see Tali sitting nearby in a chair. The woman was reading a book. Something she loved to do. She making up for lost time still. Especially with Melinda having given her a tool for her to talk with her son. "Morning Tali, did you sleep well?" "I did. Do you need any assistance?" Cassandra closed the book and gave Melinda her full attention.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

(Sylvia's POV) Ever since I lost my baby, Lucas had been by my side constantly. He seemed terrified that I might sink into despair if left alone for even a moment. Every morning he would appear with something new to try to lift my spirits. Yesterday it was rare healing herbs he claimed would help restore my strength. The day before, he brought books of ancient wolf legends to distract my mind. Today was different though. When I opened my door, Lucas stood there with an expression of gentle determination I hadn't seen before.

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

I reply. Sylvia tilts her head. "Oh, are you having a bad day?" "Something like that." "Well, that's too bad. One of my guy friends also told me he was having a bad day too and asked me to meet him for drinks," Sylvia said and smirked dubiously. "Oh really?" I reply dryly. I am not in the mood for chit-chat, but I didn't want to be rude to Sylvia. "Yeah! I think he is having girl problems. Maybe you should come and join us tonight!" Sylvia beamed.

Later that evening after the Carson’s have gone to bed and the house is quiet, Sylvia got under the covers of her queen sized bed before opening her journal to write her plan. As the young woman started to write her left hand went to her stomach just like every other night before tonight, but instead of being happy about the impending arrival, Sylvia’s heart was heavy for the first time in ten months as her child moved within her. Sylvia continued to write as she thought silently. How would she be able to help her best friend? Would she even allow her to help?

It was simply that even so, she wanted to fight against it as much as she could in order to not be totally trampled on. Sylvia ran her hand through her hair and responded, “Never mind.” °°° Sylvia sat on the couch in the living room, reading through the book in her hand. The manor was silent as always with the only noise being of her flipping through the pages. The clock hanging on the wall showed how it was half past one at night. “Why are you still awake?” Because of her focus in the book, hearing Liam’s voice startled her. Holding back the yelp that was almost about to leave her mouth, she closed the book in her hand and placed it on the table.