Canan's POV
I can still hear Mother's voice from when we first arrived, cold and sharp as she stood in the hallway staring at Princess like she was a disease. "You're not welcome here. I don't care what my son told you."
Princess just stood there, luggage in hand, her face blank. I saw it that flicker of hurt in her eyes before she buried it. She didn't defend herself, didn't argue. Just waited for me to say something.
And I did. I stepped between them and told Mother she was staying. That earned me a look that could've frozen fire. I managed to convince Princess to give me twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours to make this right. She's waiting to see if I can actually fix this mess. But I'm still fuming about the whole situation.
I don't know why my parents have been overreacting becau
