Anton’s POV
Ana's mom was...something else indeed. Bold wasn't even the right word to describe her, but it seemed like the closest I could come to a good definition.
It was obvious that they weren't often on the same page, and from what Patrick had told me about their rather rocky relationship, they'd always bumped heads - especially over decisions they made.
Ana decided to become a painter, her mom disagreed. Her mom decided to open a candle shop, Ana disagreed. It was a cycle, and apparently Patrick didn't think it would end anytime soon.
I'd never had to deal with anything like this, let alone meet a girl's mom. I mean how was I supposed to handle Ana's obvious discomfort? It's not like this was Dylan, or some other jackass. It was her mom.
"Hurry back." she said, a slightly joking
