It is screamingly obvious to everyone who knows and loves her that the trouble lies with my mother and not, as she would have it, with the parade of horrible bosses fate has saddled her with.
My mother is the source of the trouble, not her bosses.
My mother is faultless in her professional interactions with superiors.
There is no one to help.
It will be helpful to the experienced fashion sense users.
The woman stands in front of the buildings.
A man is holding a puppy
A view of a field of daisy.
A woman is sitting by a fireplace.