He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

he City Museum, an avenue filled with pric

had shifted. Liam usually led, with Skye trailing behind. Tonight

network with potential investors for hi

kling water. She n

in. She wasn't invited, but she was wearing a "Volunteer Staff" ba

d started moving toward him, a look

asty vases. An elderly gardener was carefully watering

look where she was going. She walked b

bled. His elbow

AS

white porcelain shattered into a mil

opped playing. The ch

jumped back, pointing

fool!" she screamed. Her voice was

s, was trembling. "I... I'm so so

"You attacked me! Look at this mess! That vas

ying to deflect blame, hoping her

king mortified. "Sera

a sobbed, clinging to Li

is that screaming woman?" "Is

n. She walked into the

Miller," Skye said. Her

me!" Seraphina l

her. She picked up a large shard of the pottery. She ran her thumb over t

stoo

lica," Skye

owd mu

think the museum would leave a genuine Ming vase next to the coat check during a cocktail party? The b

. "Mrs. Kensington is correct! Absolutely correct! The real Ming vase

f went through the room. T

ake. It made her look uneducated, hys

squeaked. "I..

She looked at the gard

er nodded,

was Mr. Stephen, a French tycoon and the guest of h

te femme est hystérique. Elle devrait être renvoyée." (This is

rench. He looked at his translator, but

od," Liam stammered

his eyes, insulted

rd. She looked Mr.

. "C'était un accident malheureux causé par la maladresse de l'invitée. Le jardinier n'est pas en faute." (Mr. Stephen, plea

softened instantly. He lo

ez françai

"Votre collection d'art est magnifique." (I lived in

e ignored Liam completely. He ignored Seraphi

s wife. His mouth

h?" he whispered, grabbing her

She dusted off the spot

ome for dinner, darling," she said. "A wom

anding next to a sobbing Seraph