ELION'S POV
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"Elion, I promised Ashen this gift. Are you seriously trying to make me look like a bad mom?" Bexley stares at me with teary eyes. "It isn't a gift, Bex. We can't go on vacation right now, what don't you get?" I've become hopeless. Bexley has been spending money left and right, which I don't particularly care about, but she's been acting like a spoiled kid. She ruined dinner four times this week, and I'm starting to believe it's on purpose so we can go eat out wherever she wants to.
She has been dragging me along to the city, claiming I need new shoes or shirts, yet every single time we get there, she shops for herself-- and me? I carry her bags like an assistant.
"It is a gift!" Her high pitched voice echoes off the walls. My fingers stretch across the surface of my de
