Georgia Thorne's eyes shifted slightly, her voice devoid of any emotion: "Mom, weren't we supposed to wash the fruit and take it out? Why did you close the door?"
"Come over, I have something to tell you."
Whitney Lynch pulled her hand, leading her towards the back kitchen.
Only until the conversation couldn't be overheard by others did she let go of her hand, raising her eyes to look at her daughter's face.
Gigi, when young, resembled her by half; the other half, like her father.
Her brow held a gentle look, utterly devoid of aggression, and her eyes, when they smiled, were captivating.
In her heart, her Gigi possessed the best parts of her and Sean Thorne, resulting in such a face, stunning yet gentle, making anyone who sees it fall for her.
Such a face should marry into high society, become a wealthy lady, enjoying prosperity and letting her beauty remain youthful forever.
Thinking this, she smiled softly, her voice extremely gentle: "Gigi."
