Chapter 10 A Gift And A Reminder

• The next morning, I was groggy and tired, having not gotten much sleep. I had tossed and turned, thinking about my future.
• How was I going to manage living with three men who despised me, and obviously had not respect or interest in me aside from taking away my innocence?
• I was wallowing in doubt and self-pity when I entered to dining room to have breakfast with Armand. “Good morning, Beryl. Did you sleep well?” he asked, not looking up from his plate.