Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
And Luca Vance, who had no idea what he was standing in, said: “She was so wound up about that promotion.
I was up with her till one in the morning telling her to take it.
I called Marcus at midnight from that bar to say I’d be late — he still slags me off about it.”
“Marcus.”
“My husband.” He looked up from his coffee.
“Ivan.
You look like you’ve been hit.”
I did not tell him.