Who Are You?
The woman's charming demeanor called for attention and she really got it because every head turned to look at her. She didn't flinch when her eyes met Lola's, not even when Lola was completely shaken up by her entrance.
Who would have thought that her mother, who is a cheap, well known prostitute and considered a bad influence to the society, would be allowed into such a gathering of great people?
Lola only steadied herself and let her face glow with a warm smile when Max's hold on her hand tightened. She tried to compose herself and not make a mess of everything. It would mean nothing to her mother even if she threw a fit over what happened in the past to her face.
"She's your mother?" Max whispered close to her as he circled her into the dance floor so she wouldn't buck.
"Yes, that's her." Lola said in a dismissive voice, hoping he wouldn't push the conversation.