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Alyssa was cleaning up the last of the party and still stewing. She and Andie hadn’t spoken since their argument earlier. The worst part was Alyssa knew Andie was right. She had no right to be pissed off.
“Thanks for helping out today,” Marie, Alyssa’s mom, said as she helped clear the table Alyssa was cleaning up. “I know you didn’t really want to be here.”
Alyssa shrugged. “I didn’t really have a choice.”
Marie shook her head. “Well, I’m sorry for that, too. All your days will be spent how you want when you go to New York next month.”
“Yep,” Alyssa snapped. Then sighed. She knew she was acting like a child. Her mother didn’t deserve her frustration, not when she was really mad at herself. “I’m sorry, Mom. Andie and I had a fight.”
Marie nodded. “I know. What I don’t know is what
