MADELINE’S POV
“Mom! Mom!” Beth’s voice cut through the house like a siren. I could already hear the panic in her tone before I even stepped into the living room. “I need today’s date with Calhoun to be perfect… he wasn’t impressed with yesterday’s look.”
There she was—standing in the middle of the living room like some frantic princess who’d just been told her crown wasn’t shiny enough. Her hair was spread across her shoulders in perfect curls, her makeup already half-done even though it wasn’t even noon. Typical Beth.
“You don’t know that,” I said, walking in. “You looked perfect yesterday.”
She turned and gave me that signature glare… the one that could probably melt steel if she tried hard enough.
“I’m not taking advice from someone who barely looks at the mirror.”
Ouch.
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