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Trihn stood outside of her parents’ townhouse in Brooklyn, contemplating whether or not she wanted to walk inside. She had promised her dad that she would stop by for dinner one night while she was in town. And since she had finally completed everything she needed for the fashion show, as listed on her itinerary, and she would be flying back to Las Vegas tomorrow, she figured tonight was the night.
She was actually excited to see her dad. And while she wanted to see her mom, she wasn’t looking forward to the inevitable wedding conversation.
So far, Trihn had avoided talking about it. She wouldn’t mind avoiding it altogether—or at least waiting to have Damon’s support.
But she pushed her shoulders back and entered the house anyway. “Mom! Dad!” she called, nudging the door closed behi
