Saturday, 8 am, at a golf club
Aveline lifted her head, soaking in the morning sun. Sporting a classic white pleated skirt and fitted tee, adding elegance with a gold watch and a navy cap. The ivory sweater draped over her shoulders kept her warm in the breeze.
"Ms. Laurent." Her caddie alerted her.
Tightening her white gloves, she picked up her club and stepped into position. One clean swing sent the ball flying in a high arc, drawing applause from the nearby onlooker.
She turned, feigning surprise at the sight of Lawrence Ashford. Passing her club to the caddie, she offered a polite greeting, "Mr. Ashford, Good morning."
Lawrence smiled like he had just won a jackpot. "Aveline…" He paused. "May I call you that? You're like a daughter to me."
Aveline returned the smile, soft and practiced. "Of course. We are a family now." It had taken her ten days to be so at ease while lying.
