Better a sting at the beginning than things getting stabby by the end. She wasn’t the princess to his prince, and fairy tales were for fools and children. Time to move on with her plan of paying off her tiny, bedraggled house and getting her shit sorted. Time to be an adult and stop screwing her boss. Again. But she meant it this time. It had been three days since the scene in the storage room. She’d had her mid-week weekend to get herself together and she had. Sure, the first time she saw him again would be awkward and potentially painful. Then it would be over with and things could move on. Life would go on as it should. “What is this?” hissed Marie as if she’d stepped in shit. Surprising, given Violet had never met anyone quite as sweet. The woman stood with John at the restaurant counter, perusing something on the computer. Violet had only just arrived. There’d been no sign of Alex yet. Thankfully. She just hoped to God John hadn’t told anyone about the scene in the storage room.
