"You know, you're not what I expected," she says with a tone that catches my attention.
"Oh yeah?" I reply.
"Yeah, Max normally goes after girls who look, well, like me," she shrugs, her long fake lashes reach her brows. My mouth gapes open, my eyes widening at her statement.
"Well, I guess he just got tired of the same old thing," I clip and that fake smile she was blasting across her tanned face falls.
"Excuse me?" she gasps.
"Renee, I could use your help in the kitchen, dear," Becca suddenly interrupts, taking her by the arm.
Renee looks over her shoulder, her b***h face firmly in place.
Macy walks up to me, watching her mom escort Renee out of the room.
"Don't mind her, she's had a thing for Max since we were kids," she informs. "She's been trying to become a doctor for a wh
