“This wasn’t the plan. None of this was supposed to happen...”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Anna asked for what felt like the millionth time, her concerned eyes flickering between Estelle’s reflection in the mirror and the hair she was weaving.
Estelle rolled her eyes and shook her head at her mother’s uncertainty, prompting Anna to firmly hold her head still, sending her a stern look through the mirror. Estelle burst into laughter.
“I told you, it’s nothing serious. Just a friendly dinner to show appreciation,” Estelle replied.
Earlier today, after that laughing spree with Ryan—which had turned her cheeks red with embarrassment—they’d separated as soon as some workers interrupted. It had saved her from further awkwardness because she had no explanation for her sudden laughter.
