The Surrogacy Secret
“You can’t marry a guy because his mom cried, Nyx.”
“You sure?” Nyx sighed, “I mean, she’s like a porcelain doll. Did you see her, Famke? She’s a tiny little thing with huge blue eyes and big blonde hair. She’s fragile. I can’t break her.”
Famke laughed at her, “how much did you drink Nyx?”
“Three glasses of champagne and my head is pounding.” She pursed her lips, “it gets worse.”
“What could be worse than agreeing to marry a man in a bathroom because his mom was crying pitifully?”