Marla is determined to make her marriage work, despite her husband, Travis’, indiscretion with her former best friend, Katarina Anderson. Little Kit is just trying to grow up.
Travis was constantly apologetic and it was a little sad, but who could blame him? Marla hadn’t lied when she said it wouldn’t be easy. Any kindnesses or nice things she had done beforehand were revoked and as such, Travis was left fixing his own meals and cleaning up his own messes.
At first, Marla could scarcely stand to be in the same room as him, but she kept thinking about Kit and her resolve strengthened.
It was hard not to be completely furious with Travis for what he had done. Poor little Kit, what if she had witnessed something? At such a young age, it would likely warp her mind. Marla was comforted by the fact she hadn’t and was constantly doting on her little girl. Of course, Kit looked a considerable amount like Travis and so Marla found herself becoming slightly less enraged.
Mary stopped by a few times to check in and to see her new granddaughter. She spread the news of Sara’s third pregnancy and lamented on the fact that she still refused to get married. Marla humored her mother and said nothing of what had happened with Travis. She said she wouldn’t and so she kept her word. There was no reasoning for it. With her father’s recent death, poor Mary was still on edge and mourning.
Having plenty of money of her own, Marla decided to start a business venture that would be fueled by her good name. She was becoming a big name in the culinary world and it was only right that she open up a restaurant. It was hard work, first messing with the contractors, getting the deed, having it all built to specification. And then hiring people? That was the worst part. But she got rave reviews and loved doing it so much she worked off nearly all her anger at Travis.
It took a few years, but Marla realized that she did love him, even if he was an idiot. She also realized that if he did that again, he’d find himself with cement shoes in the river. But that went without saying. Kit had become a child and while she was happy her parents were getting along, she was more perplexed by the fact they hadn’t assembled her ‘big girl’ bed yet.
“I’m tired!” She cried in frustration. “Isn’t it done yet?”
Despite her penchant for being boisterous, Kit was a serious child who enjoyed structured activities and neat schedules. She enjoyed the wealth provided to her by her lawyer father and celebrity mother. There was a certain status attached that Kit would never begrudge. She took ballet lessons in an effort to increase her ‘femininity’, but wasn’t quite sure if it was working. She also wasn’t quite sure that pink was “her color”.
Things for Marla kept looking up. She won blue ribbons like no one’s business and there were few who could rival her skill in the kitchen. It was when her pie one its third award that she realized what she had to do. She still worked quite a bit at the restaurant, but she needed something else, too. A bakery? She’d have to wait until Kit was a little older. She wanted to teach her the wonderful feeling one got from doing what they love.
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Note from Mao: Marla literally worked off her fury at Travis. She opened the restaurant and went to the lot completely furious and came back from it after it reached Rank 5 not furious at all. Yay. Oh, and a funny aside. Gordon came to the restaurant and had dinner with a vampire buddy before Marla closed. That night, the Knight family was robbed. Is Gordon trying to rustle up a protection money trade? LOL! Oh, and for those curious… Kit Knight was named “Kit” because my fiance and I are huge dorks and could only think of Nightrider, lol.
