Amber Riley Quotes

You drink whisky, hon?” he asked Mollie. “Uh, not really.” “Well, you do now.” He poured a splash of amber liquid into two crystal glasses and brought one to her before holding up his own glass. “What are we toasting to?” he asked. “To men being shits,” Riley said. He gave his wife a look. “I’m not drinking my own whisky to that.

She watched as her sister appeared at the kitchen door and, as always, was struck by her beauty; while she was blonde and fair-skinned, Julia was dark and exotic. Her thick mane of mahogany hair framed her fine-featured face, the weight she had recently lost only serving to highlight her luminous, almond-shaped, amber eyes and high cheekbones.

Her mother couldn’t forgive him for being a horrible husband, but Riley couldn’t hate him for being the best dad she’d ever known.