Chapter 90. Schwartz's Gift

Proserpina

The familiar perfume that Daniella wore wafted up and I turned in surprise and happiness. She stood a little away, puffing away on a cigar, glaring at someone in the distance, and behind her, I could see Grace approaching. While Grace was wearing an open expression of joy at seeing me, Daniella seemed to be on her tough woman behaviour this evening. But I knew it was an act. I loved to spend time with the two of them, and I knew that Danielle looked out for me. She was as fiercely protective in her way but she hid it behind a Devil may care attitude.

Daniella came and stood beside me, wearing a crisp blue pantsuit, her ice-blonde hair in place in a close bob that framed her scalp. She looked tough and business-like, despite the red slash that was her mouth.

She looked at me, and her lips twisted sympathetically.

'Being pregnant is a bitch, right?'

I grinned up at her easily. We had a close relationship now, the prickly, tough