CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
"So you decided that was it?" Vicky questioned, playing with Olivia who was sitting on her lap. The little one was busy playing with a toy, oblivious to the two women talking. She would constantly show a sense of irritation whenever the toy slipped through her fingers.
Juliet popped open the wine bottle, filling one glass for herself before turning to Vicky," Are you sure you don't want one?"
"Absolutely. I'm trying to turn my life around, Juliet," she answered. She was planning to stick by that very decision.
"Well, I'll have one or probably eight by the end of the night. God knows this week has been tough for me and I deserve a break," She shrugged, sitting down," Anyway, yes. This is it. Byron and I are not together anymore. It's the best thing, not just for me
