Nothing could have prepared Azaria for what Theon had confessed to her that week. She'd made it her mission and completely avoided him. Luckily, Lenora knows nothing about it, or if she did, she did not mention it. Now she knew Azaria was working at her son's company. Would she still try to set them up, especially after Theon already told her how he felt?
The whole situation was bizarre and so random. Who on earth has such events happening in their lives at such short intervals?
"Mum!" she called as she burst into Genevieve's home that weekend, using the spare key her mother let her keep in case of emergencies or if she wasn't home so that Azaria didn't have to wait outside.
"My goodness, Azaria. What's gotten into you?" Genevieve paused when she caught sight of her daughter. She looked a bit dishevelled which was very unlike her. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked.
"It's my boss," she groaned and threw her bag on the couch before she started pacing the living room.
