I drop my eyes to the piano keys. If I want to keep my cool, then I can’t look at either of them right now. I don’t want to see the disappointment in my mother’s eyes nor the humor in Fitz’s. I’m sure he thinks this is all so fucking funny. I bet it’s fucking hilarious that not even little Wendy Marin’s mother thinks she’s good enough. “Actually, I’ve been working with Wendy for the past six months, and I happen to think that it’s a perfectly acceptable timetable.” My head snaps up at that. Is Fitz… defending me? To my mother? At first, I think I must have heard him wrong, because in what
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