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Trixie whistled. “Fan-cee. Gosh, doll, sure you’re dressed right for this shindig?” Blink. Did I just get fashion-shamed by my own car? And a clunker, at that?
Idk how to feel that her car talks to her??
“Jenna, no!” I felt instantly naked, but darn that rule three of being a Green Witch! I wasn’t allowed to Augment Mine Appearance.
But she literally did that in the prequal??
“Sounds like a good time.” I pulled off the tux jacket that still smelled like David’s bright, citrus cologne. “Thanks for saving my life with this.” “My pleasure.” I practically ran out the door and past the roundabout into the vast parking lot. There was no way to rationalize it to myself this time. I was flirting. With another man. While my boyfriend worked on a Saturday. I was a bad girlfriend today.
I wouldn’t call networking flirting but what do I know.
“Who cares what Ashlee hates, what about me?”
Right who cares about the girl who was missing lets instead focus on me who is upset because my bf didnt break his client paitent confidentaility
Luckily, Max had plucked a stray auburn hair off his jacket when she hugged him and delivered it to me in a baggie.
So we just skipped the part where Hazel told Max about her plan to invade Max’s brother’s dreams and Max was okay with it???
But even as my little house began to smell like sage and thyme, fried onions and green bean casserole and candied yams, like Thanksgiving, I couldn’t help but notice with a nagging sense of worry that Bryson never lifted a spoon, spatula, or tongs.
Red flag
“Did Hazel pull a Hazel at Thanksgiving?”
She does like to wait and make a scene
