Descending, I stomp my feet and drag myself toward the kitchen, forcing myself to be cheery and not pissed. Pissed at Bethany. Pissed at me for even thinking she would want to meet her friends. Ugh.
"Good morning, darling." my mom notices me first and smiles. Ignoring the annoyance and the guilt of lying to them and having false hope about Aunt Bethany, myself, I smile back and plop down on my seat when my dad grins at me, "How are you, princess? Was the date good?" Uh...what? I stare at my parents, blinking for a bit. What are they talking about? "What..." Just then something clicks into my brain. I lied to them. They think Talon took me out on a date, which is kind of their dream, and it sort of came true. I fake a grin and nod, "It was fine. Good..." my mom interrupts me with a sque
