I arrive at the house from the hotel room, bracing myself for insults and screams that are about to emanate from my mom.
I press the doorbell and Chloe’s eyes widen when she sees me before replacing her bewildered facial expression with a smirk.
“What. The. Hell?” I eye her suspiciously.
“You made it,” she exhales. “That’s not how you should greet your sister.”
“Yes, because we adore each other so much.” I roll my eyes.
"Come on, am I not even going to get a hug?"
“Why don’t we keep things the way they have always been?”
“Wow!” She shakes her head.
“Where’s your mother?”
“Please don’t cause a scene.” She looks at me pleadingly.
“I’m here for Marcel, and I will be out of your hair.” I walk past her, and she follows behind.
I find my mom wearing the most elegant black m
