Jane pursed her lips as she considered the five dresses she had selected. All would have to be custom-fitted, even if the alterations were miniscule. Buying off the rack was simply not an option thanks to the very generous alimony and support payments she was receiving from her now ex-husband. It had been four months since the judge had awarded her the primary residence and the Porsche and Mercedes along with the monthly allowances. Quite frankly, she didn't give a damn about the Porsche except that David, her departed spouse, had been fond of it. That little extra win in court had been as sweet as the main bounty.
And then there was the other extra win she had to deal with. Kayla was now six years old and Jane had managed to get David's access to her down to a weekend every other month - under supervision. It was not that David was a bad father (in truth, Jane would admit he was a better parent than her - if she had any regard for the truth), but he was rather gullible and Jane's lawyer was much better at conniving and had a treasure chest full of dirty tricks.
The only downside was that Jane had to actually be a mother to her daughter. She had been tempted to get a nanny and dump the girl with her most of the time, but her lawyer warned that David had undoubtedly learned his lessons and would be watching for signs that she was an unfit mother.
With the help of her maid, Jane always made sure that Jane was well-scrubbed and dressed neatly before they left home. Today, the girl's light brown tresses were neatly tied with a red bow and she wore a white blouse with a green skirt. Looking down at the girl, Jane gave her the familiar admonition.
"I'll be busy with my dresses for an hour. Do not wander off or some child molester will get you."
Without a further thought, she walked to the fitting suite, knowing the girl would be cowed by such a dire warning.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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