MIRABEL POV.
“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up.” My mom said as soon as I opened the door to my house. I have been staying with the triplet for a while and may or may not have forgotten to come home.
I rolled my eyes before I even looked at her. Classic Mom.
There she was, curled up on the couch, her legs tucked under a blanket, a half-eaten bag of cheese balls on her lap. The TV was playing some dramatic soap opera where a woman was slapping a man across the face, but Mom wasn’t even watching—she was too busy giving me the look. You know the one. The I’m disappointed but too fabulous to make a scene look.
I sighed and dropped my bag by the door. “Mom, please. Don’t make me feel bad the second I walk in.”
She scoffed. “Oh, I don’t have to make you feel bad, sweetheart. Th
