GENEVIEVE
- Not the hair! - I pull away and smooth the stubborn thing.
- You still look beautiful.
- You're only saying that because you're my father.
- You have my genes, Angel, and that's no small thing. Anyone would find you beautiful.
No, Dan. A shock goes through me just thinking his name. It takes all my resolve to say goodbye to Dad without turning a furious shade of red. After he leaves, I sit on the steps, set my milkshake down beside me, and grab my bracelet. The one he gave me for my birthday two years ago. The same birthday I kissed him and he rejected me so cruelly, I still blush thinking about it.
If I thought Dan was getting cold around my eighteenth birthday, he's now as hard as granite. He doesn't speak to me unless absolutely necessary. We rarely see e
