Jordan, when he spoke of his late mistress, did not have a trace of fondness in his eyes or his voice. For a moment, he looked angry and frustrated, as if he was reliving that moment in his past. But Celeste didn't rush him and patiently waited as he gathered himself. She could see he really did not want to talk about her but was forcing himself.
"Please, understand that if I say anything that would hurt you about your mother, it is because she has hurt me," he said sternly.
"I won't hold it against you. I just want to know who she was… was she… a good person?" Celeste dared ask, not sure what to expect. Was she a night butterfly? Was she a gold digger? she thought.
Jordan leaned back. "I think that's an unfair question to ask. Everyone is a villain to someone's story, while some are great company. But if you ask me, she was truly a villain," he said, nodding his head as he said it.
