Michael walked over, turning to keep his eyes on her as she passed. “You’re wearing that to the lock-in?” “To the ball.” “We’ve had this conversation,” he argued as she kept walking. “Twenty-one and over, Athos.” “Luckily, my daddy owns the place,” she threw back. I snorted, watching her disappear into the ballroom. Michael rubbed his face with his hand. “I don’t even know why I try.” He sighed and turned around. “I need to pick less fights, because the more I lose, the more emboldened she gets.” “You can say no, you know?” But he just shot me a look like I was crazy. “I didn’t raise that kid
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