Mrs. Vance hadn't expected them to have already settled it between themselves.
"That girl was in the bloom of her youth when she married into this family. You treated her like a decoration for three years, and now you're just... done? Miles, are you sure you won't regret this?"
"I won't."
Mrs. Vance was too choked up to argue further. She grabbed her husband's arm and pulled him toward the stairs, muttering as she went: "He doesn't want someone as wonderful as Molly, but he's obsessed with that woman. His eyes might be fixed, but there's clearly something wrong with his head. Absolutely hopeless."
Molly had pulled two all-nighters in a row. When she finally woke, it was already afternoon.
The smell of cooking drifted into her room. She wandered out of the bedroom and found her best friend Kirsten in the kitchen, stirring a pot of congee.
Molly leaned against the doorframe, smiling. "Well, hello there, little fairy godmother."
"Your Highness." Kirsten curtsied dramatically. "Ready to wash up and eat?"
Molly was starving. She freshened up quickly and sat down at the table, eating while she talked. "Weren't you supposed to be in South District for that shoot?"