“I know this doesn’t seem ideal, but you two need to learn how to get along.” When I open my mouth to retort, he tugs the tiniest amount on my hair. It doesn’t hurt, not at all. But it does work to shut me up. “Think about it, Honey. Without appearances to keep her in check, Aspen would throw a righteous fit at seeing you. And you?” He smirks. “Well, you’d eventually get fed up and probably throw a statue at her.” “I would not,” I grumble. He leans in closer. “I don’t believe you.”
he should know🤣
