Nathan Fletcher fixed his sharp gaze on his good buddy's face, teasing him roguishly. "Tsk, tsk. So, tell me, between those two, who's the new flame? And who's the old love?"
Holly Sinclair was the wife.
Vivian Linton was the unforgettable ex-love.
It was hard to say which one was the new flame.
"And you?" Tristan Sterling shot Nathan Fletcher a cold glance, turning the question back on him.
"Hmm?"
"New flame or old love. Who would you choose?"
The two main models about to take the stage today were both Nathan Fletcher's women.
One was Wendy Wyatt, his caged canary.
The other was Shirley Sheffield, his fiancée-to-be.
"An adult doesn't choose. Naturally, I—" Nathan Fletcher's lips curled into a smile. After a slight pause, he said, "want them all!"
"That girl from the Wyatt family doesn't seem very docile," Tristan Sterling reminded him coolly.
"Yours seems docile enough..." Nathan Fletcher said with a meaningful smile. "But is she really?"
