“Is she pretty?” I rake a hand through my hair. “I don’t know.” “I mean, you have eyes, don’t you?” She asks it so innocently, like she doesn’t know the answer. I blow out a long breath, frustrated with my mom but also with myself, because I shouldn’t have this inconvenient crush. And I sure as shit shouldn’t have demanded she move in with me. “Yes, okay?” I rush out. “She’s very pretty and she has a beautiful singing voice and Daisy loves her.” My mom rolls her lips to hide a smile, but her eyes are bright. “What?” I demand. She bursts out laughing. I groan. She has a way of getting things
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