Facade of Love

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I offered Sweety a small smile and said, “I haven’t even said a word, and you’re already

making me out to be unappreciative.”

She stopped short, her l*ps pursed in frustration. “I was just worried you’d be upset with

me over the online drama,” she explained. Seeing that I was not fuming, she ventured

cautiously, “You’re not mad at me about the internet stuff, right?”

I could not help but chuckle. “Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

She stumbled over her words, pausing before asking, “So, what’s your game plan now?”

She quickly added, “I mean, with you and Idris. Aunt Deb mentioned you’re going for

divorce.”

My game plan, huh?

I pondered for a moment, then smiled softly. “We’re heading in different directions, but…”

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “But what?”

Her face was practically screaming with curiosity, and I could not resist tapping her

forehead lightly. ” The thing is, Idris hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet. The Youngs have

been dealing with some drama lately, and they’re looking to cut ties with him for good.

Looks like it’s gonna take a while.”

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“Did something with Madam Young hold things up?” she asked, her gaze drifting to the

pastries the server had just placed on our table. They were so artfully made. Her eyes

sparkled with excitement.

Her question caught me off guard. “How’d you know something happened to Madam

Young?” That was supposed to be family–only info. It should not have gotten out so fast.

She crammed a pastry into her mouth and said, a bit muffled, “Mr. Young mentioned he

was heading back home, so I just asked him about it.”

“Mr. Young?” I squinted at her, a hint of suspicion in my eyes. Then it clicked. “You mean

Liam?”

“Yep!” she said, her words garbled by the sweet treat. She pushed a plate of the gorgeous

pastries toward me. “Try one, they’re really good. Like, seriously yummy.”

I was not a big sweet tooth, and Idris had already treated me to a feast this morning, so I

was still stuffed. I ignored the pastries and pressed on, “Since when did you have Liam’s

contact info?”

She did not even glance up from her snack as she replied, “Well, I added him a while back

to thank him for helping me out. I made sure to express my gratitude. This morning, after I

posted an article, I shared it. He must’ve seen it because he liked and commented on it.

Just being polite, I asked when he was coming back, and he said he was on his way today. I

got curious and asked one more question, and that’s how I found out about Madam

Young’s situation.”

After he finished his story, I just nodded. I did not dwell on it too much–Liam had saved her

life, after all. It was only natural to check in once in a while.

As I mulled over the new project involving the leather bags, Sweety’s dad came to mind. I

turned to her and asked, “How’s Mr. Taters doing? Still in good health?”

She seemed to have had her fill of sweets, so she took a sip of tea to clear her taste buds

and nodded. ” Yeah, he’s doing well. He even mentioned you last time and told me you

should drop by if you’re ever free,”

I gave a small smile. “I’ll swing by once I wrap up a few things here. I could actually use

his advice on something.”

She paused her snacking and looked at me curiously. “What’s up?”

I filled her in on the investment deal with Scott Corporation and brought up the new

Avaloria project. She pondered for a moment and then said, “I know the folks running

those Avaloria projects. I’ll talk to my dad and see if he can arrange a dinner for us all.”

I grinned and thanked her. “That’d be awesome!”

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After a few more bites of the overly sweet pastries, she decided she had had enough and

turned her full attention to catching up with me, eager to chat about everything that had

happened lately.

That was how it is with friends, I guess. We did not talk much usually, but when we did get

together, there was a whole lot to catch up on. It was like we were trying to make up for

lost time.

Sweety and I talked until the sun began to dip low, and she was not ready to call it a day

just yet. She grabbed my arm, ready to hit the shops.

As we headed for the parking lot, my phone rang–it was Emily. I picked up and greeted

her, “Hey, sister–in–law.”

Emily sounded rushed on the other end. “Yvette, have you got a minute?”

I glanced at Sweety, who was patiently waiting, and spoke into the phone, “I can spare a

few. What’s going on?”

Emily inhaled softly and said, “So, here’s the thing. Madam Young came to a while ago and

asked for mushroom soup. You know I’m no chef, and I thought about getting our cook to

whip it up, but Mr. Zachary thinks she might refuse it. I remember you made it for her

once, and she loved it. If you’re not swamped, could you show me how to make it?”

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