I’d just completed the victory parade I’d waited my entire life for, and I couldn’t even enjoy it, especially with my mom sitting inside the truck with an attitude the whole time. We’d barely spoken since our blow up back in New York. It’d been three days, and she was so mad she wasn’t even talking to my ass about business. She was sending messages through her assistant.
she’s petty boots right now—it’s gina take her a minute for the harsh truth to settle in
