... Or so she thought.
That she wasn't alone in that endeavor, by the way.
Austin Post was a busy man and, well, had bitches. This Lilian knew. Boy, did she know.
However, lovely little naïve girl as she was she could not imagine the possibility that there could be another woman for Austin.
She would be his wife, that much was clear.
Lilian thought about their wedding and their children and oh how'd she mourn when he died tragically at the age of 80. Which was wishful thinking, that man did drugs like nobody's business.
But that's neither here nor there. What was Austin doing you may ask?
Well that's simple: cheating.
If you could even call it that, I mean they had sex once. Come on people! Grow up, this is the twenty-first century.
Maybe things would be different if she were pregnant...
Calm down, I don't know anything more than you do. She could be, but I suppose we'll have to wait to find out.
We can only pray she isn't because Lilian would likely name her child something atrocious like Linguini or Placenta.
Lilian's face couldn't help but smile, she was on cloud nine. But not for long.
