Victoria.
I should have known it was a bad idea to have Mom and Christian meet. Why did she have to say something so embarrassing? I just hope Christian isn't upset. But then again, that's my mom. She has no filter.
I took a moment in the restroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My hair was fine, my expression calm enough. Bracing myself, I stepped out and walked back to the table, only to find Christian and Mom locked in what looked like a serious conversation. Neither of them was smiling; their expressions were tense, unreadable.
Oh, no—did Mom say something again?
As soon as they saw me, they both stood up. Mom handed me my sling bag with a quick smile.
“Shall we go? We don’t want to keep Daisy waiting. But let me just use the bathroom real quick.” She said, darting off. I point
