Forcing a smile, I stepped inside. The chatter came to a stop as three girls looked up at me. A blonde was perched in a desk chair, leaning back on two of the legs. A redhead and a brunette sat on a bed that had perfectly matched bedding in a pretty, floral design. There were matching pillow shams and even a bucket chair in the corner made of the same material. Everything about the image was perfect. Everything about it said I didn’t fit. The brunette leaned forward, her eyes roaming over me assessingly. “Hayden?”