Chapter 93

So, Mallory's eyes hadn't played tricks on her. She was 37 years old this year, but she felt like her blood pressure was acting up. Her own younger brother, Sebastian, had actually gotten involved in someone else's marriage. She was still at the Grant residence, and she walked straight to the small balcony. "Do you know what you're doing right now?" she asked. Sebastian's brow furrowed for a second, then he lowered his head and took a bite of the apple. Outside, the night was pitch black. His face was illuminated only by the hazy lights from street lamps and passing cars. It felt dark and cold. The lights also lit up the apple in his hand. It was red and beautiful. Selena had given him the biggest, reddest one. But the more he ate it, the more sour it tasted. "Tell Mom I'm busy next week, and the week after too. She doesn't need to worry about those things. I won't be meeting any of the heiresses she has lined up," he said. Mallory, however, felt that the most urgent issue n