Vivian crossed to the other side of the road, and slid into a range Rover that was parked at the side of the road.
She closed the door behind her, took a deep breath, before turning to face her sister.
"Why did you—" she paused as her gaze shifted to the baby in her arms. "Fran?"
"Isn't she the cutest? I mean I hate that she's not mine, but I don't care, she's so adorable!" Francesca declared, as she rocked a sleeping Isabella.
Vivian lifted her head, and when she saw the wig on Francesca's head, her frown deepened.
"What is that?"
"What?" Her brow furrowed. "Oh you mean the hair?" She smiled in realization. "The baby wouldn't stop crying, so I figured if I wore a black wig, it would remind her of her mother. See? It worked. She's sleeping."
"How did you know Angel's hair is black now?"
"The Don told me." She shrugged.
"This is not right," Vivian muttered, as she shook her head.
