"Good morning, Daryn," Amanda smiled.
"Good morning, Amanda." He seated himself opposite her at the small breakfast nook in the kitchen.
"Please you must call me mother." Her lips curled into something predatorial and hungry. Daryn realized it was meant to be a smile.
"But I thought you told me—"
"I don't care what you thought I told you," she corrected, the smile draining from her face.
"Yes...Mother."
"Now the first thing we have to set right in this household is proper diet. We want you looking fit and trim for my granddaughter's wedding."
"Yes, Mother."
"You're to take one pill from each of these bottles every morning."
The variety and quantity of bottles Amanda had arrayed on the table astounded Daryn. "But I feel fine."
"Believe me," Amanda grinned "With luck, in no time at all you'll be a completely different and better person."
While Amanda talked Daryn swallowed his pills, drowning them with his cold milk. The last and hardest to get down was the purple lozenge.
"You'll need two of those, Love. We want to put a little meat on those bones."
"You can try but I've always been scrawny."
"Trust me. Mother does know best."
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Father of the Bride
RomanceMother is livid when her daughter skips town with a Giglio just months before her big wedding. And this was supposed to be the social event of the year! Luckily, the father of the bride bears a remarkable resemblance to the bride to be. While the mo...
