By nightfall, the city was buzzing with new, exciting gossip. Nothing sounded better than the fall of another, and that was exactly what was happening to Ethan Moon. The great moon's empire had fallen to ashes. There was no hope of revival, and his ex-fiance shattered the little crumbs. Every news outlet in the city covered it, and Blair sat at home on her soft sofa, legs crossed, with a glass of wine, watching it all unfold.
"She must be crazy," she chuckled. Sofia was not trustworthy, but she never thought she would be this brutal toward her child's father.
"Mrs. Marge," Marrie called, walking out with Alec in her arms. Blair was quick to take him—unlike his fragile brother, who was the baby of the family. "A nightmare?" she asked, and the little one modded relentlessly.
