Don’t underestimate someone like Rachel—she’s given Star plenty of trouble in the past.”
Joshua’s eyes flickered, and for a moment, he fell into an uneasy silence.
Just then, a man’s calm, gentle voice sounded behind them.
“Star.”
Stella turned to see Foreman standing beneath the dazzling lights.
He looked almost too perfect—handsome, gentle-eyed, like a prince out of a fairytale.
Abby’s voice brightened. “Foreman!”
Stella felt herself caught off guard.
Foreman walked over to join them, his steps unhurried.
“Star. Abby. Joshua.”
Abby grinned. “Mr. Richards, you’re looking sharp tonight.”
Foreman offered a soft smile, then turned to Stella. “Congratulations, Star.”
“Thank you,” Stella replied.
Foreman explained his tardiness, “I’m sorry I’m late. Got held up on the way here.”
Abby, thinking of how Foreman had tried to have Leonard killed, felt both grateful and a little sorry for him.
She understood Stella well enough to know there was little hope for Foreman and Stella to become anything more.
Wanting to give them a little privacy, Abby shot Joshua a look.
“Joshua, let’s give Star and Mr. Richards a moment alone. We’ll be back in a bit.”
Without a word, Joshua’s long lashes lowered and he slipped away, face unreadable.
Once they’d gone, Stella finally spoke. “Foreman, I still haven’t thanked you for what you did last time.”
Foreman couldn’t meet her gaze. “Star… I owe you an apology.
If I hadn’t insisted you stay at the hospital, Leonard’s people never would have had the chance to take you.”
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