“Incredible.” Her lips curved. “I think I may even have accomplished my mission.” “And what makes you assume this?” he asked, pretending he wasn’t aware she’d succeeded. I wanted to shake my head but let him go on with his farce. “Well, first off, Mirabelle called her stepbrother and stepmother before I left and asked for their forgiveness in front of me. Secondly”—Naya curled her arm to reach her back—“unless I picked up lint from the couch I sat on most of the day, there’s something soft growing right . . . here.” I rocked on the balls of my feet like a child, the word victory balancing on
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