The moment I heard Livvy was here, I had to talk with them. I had initially thought Noah had meant he had brought his daughter. I had only managed to see her twice in the month since she had been born, and she was so beautiful. Like a little cherub. Dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. What I imagine a baby Livvy would look like if I am honest.
So sweet and innocent, and I knew how happy she was making Samiya and Noah. I hated that I was here making drama for them. Causing issues. Things had got out of hand. Again. Too much money, too young, I think my Mum’s answer had been. Though we had always had money, that had never been an issue. Having wealthy parents meant money was always easy to access. And that meant people latched onto me. And not always the good ones.
Yes, I had Noah, and he
