Emberly
My mother had barely let me set the shopping bags down before she swooped in like a crow spotting something shiny.
“Oh my stars!” she gasped, digging through the dresses like she’d found treasure. “Look at this material. Oh Emberly, Asher really knows style, doesn’t he?”
I forced a smile, nudging my shoes off. “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?” She held a pale blue dress under her chin and twirled like she was the one trying it on. “Sweetheart, this is exquisite. He picked this? All on his own?”
I nodded because it was easier than telling the full truth. Dragged me through four shops, boarded me like luggage, and got mad at the sight of a bracelet.
Yeah. That part stayed quiet.
“He is just so thoughtful,” Mom kept saying, her voice full of syrup. “See how he takes care of you alr
