Arianne’s hand flew up to her neck, wearing a frown. She vaguely remembered that Mark Tremont had kissed her there, he must have left a mark.
Unlike Arianne’s flustered state, Mary was delighted.
“Ari, just be with sir if he really likes you. You’ll have your favorite buttered bread for life and he’s good looking too. I don’t think there’s anything you’d disapprove of, seeming you’ve spent ten years with him after all.”
Arianne shied away from discussing the topic as she cut Mary off. “Mama Mary, I’m gonna be late for class. Bye!”
She fled out of the door as if she was running for her life.
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