Beatrice
"Then what happened?" Olivia asks, as the doctor puts a cast on my foot.
"Then I sprained my ankle," I say.
"Broken, not sprained," the doctor says.
"Right," I say. "I broke my ankle. Cole's leg is sprained."
Cole walks in. He has a brace on one leg, and he's walking with a cane. "A bad sprain," he corrects me.
"Right. A bad sprain. I just have a simple break."
"Rock says you proposed. Did you?" Rosalind asks him.
"Beatrice proposed. I accepted."
"Women power. I love it," Rosalind says. She sits down on a chair. "Well, this was a great success. One down, two to go. The next one should be easier. Olivia's got her sights on Rock, and he's hired her to be his personal assistant."
Cole laughs. "Olivia's not going to pin down Rock, especially not with four kids."
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