Carlos DeLuca
“Hayley, learn to read a room” I murmur, stepping back from her arms. My eyes moved to where Sofia stood, talking to Rika about luggage issues.
“What happened to your luggage?” Mom asks, frowning. Belle hasn't told her anything yet.
Good.
“It's late already. We can talk about it tomorrow” I don't want her to stress and overthink about this whole incident the whole night. At least, in the daytime, I can stick around her to keep her reassured.
“And why are you still up? It's past your bedtime” I add in a stern voice.
“Oh I'm sorry, I forgot I was the kid here,” Mom says dramatically with a hint of sass in her tone.
I forgot who I was dealing with. My bad.
“What mother wouldn't stay a little late for her kids?” She gruffled, crossing her arms.
I sigh, resting my hands
