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RE The Business Deal Sitting back again she watched him, their little moment gone, like a breeze came upon them and suddenly moved it away. She was an artist, but it was better than sitting around and doing nothing. Her blue eyes fell to his and she toyed with the ends of her hair loosely. Donovan Fines, of all the men she could have been aligned with they had to choose this womanizing chauvinistic jerk. Shed seen and heard enough to know that this would never work, which was fine with her, shed keep her loft and he could keep his penthouse, or wherever it was he lived. Watching as he had his wine glass refilled, she hadnt meant to imply she thought he drank too much. I was for the fact she knew he did drink that she didnt want to offend him. She laughed gently before giving him and answer to his artist question, Neither. Claude Monets work is beautiful, while Webers work is more of an artistic hodge-podge of sorts. If you really and truly want to know my favorite, which I highly doubt you do, it would be the amazing works of Salvador Dali. They are fanciful while maintaining integrity. Her voice had taken on that hushed tone of awe. Truth be told she adored Dalis work enough that she had one of his world famous elephants running the length of her left side. Not that her soon to be husband would ever see, no one had in fact and she preferred it that way. Looking down the table at her mother, who was scowling at her. She smiled once more and sat up in her chair. A look of frustration crossed her beautiful face and flitted away just as soon as it had come. She wasnt sure what she felt at his statement, but it wasnt relief. Why did she feel saddened that he didnt want children either and the fact that he would put up more of a fuss if she did. He obviously could not hear their mothers gushing over what splendid grandchildren the new couple would make. It made her sick, but shed leave him to deal with his mother. Her head snapped back in his direction, if he thought to shut her up with these kinds of questions he had another thing coming. Smiling brightly she clasped her hands under her chin and leaned in a bit, looking dreamily at him. Before sitting back, her clasped hands hiding the smirk, Donny, She giggled gently before biting her lower lip and dropping her hands. I want something small and quiet and I prefer and string quartet to a band anyday. She sighed, completing the show for their parents and then decided to give it right back. Do you prefer three kids or five and would you want more girls than boys or the other way around? Lifting her glass to her lips she sat back with a satisfied smile upon her lips. Her mother leaned into her father, Its nice to see her so happy, I dont think Ive ever heard her giggle for a boy before. The look on her fathers face was that of a scowl, her mother laughed. You made the decision Charles she is only doing what you asked of her. Her mother brushed her lips on her fathers cheek. Silently she wondered if her daughter would be okay, shed heard her mention children to Donovan and knew her daughter had never mentioned wanting children, ever. Wondering if her daughter was doing her best to scare the man off she inwardly laughed at the situation.