Chapter 34: One Gift After Another. Wasn't This Better Than a Drumstick?

"Huh?" In an instant, the gentle warmth on Kingsley Yale's face stiffened and froze, piece by piece. He turned toward the two figures walking side by side. "Daniella? Why are you here?" "I'm here. Am I interrupting something?" Daniella Greaves looked cool and distant. Her eyes slid over Belle Ventus with a flat, indifferent glance. *So when we're alone, you call me 'wife,' but in public it's 'Daniella.'* *Heh.* Before Kingsley could say another word, she walked straight between...