Therapy Session

Dr. Violet was tall, with neatly groomed gray hair and sharp yet kind eyes. Her office was tastefully decorated in neutral shades and her furniture was extremely comfortable, something noteworthy of everyone's visits to her.

Aside from being her therapist, Dr. Violet has been Daisy's mom’s shrink for the last couple of years. She watched as the older woman settled into the gray wingback chair across from the sofa Brett sat.

Dr. Violet's keen gaze shifted between them, clearly noting how they'd each taken seats on opposite ends of the sofa, their stiff postures revealed their defensiveness.

Flipping open the cover of her tablet, Dr. Violet said, "Shall we start with the cause of the tension between the both of you?"

Daisy waited a beat, to give Brett a chance to speak first. But she wasn’t surprised when he just sat there, silent.

"Well, in the last twenty-four hours I’ve met the fiancée I didn’t know Brett had."

"I don't have a fiancée," Brett growled.

"Well, he proposed to her a