MARGARET
After Angie, Kris, and Melanie left, I didn’t waste any time. I walked straight to my mother’s room, my heart racing with excitement. I needed her help. There was no one better at scheming than my mother, Luna Jillian.
When I entered her room, she was sitting by her vanity, brushing her long dark hair. The soft glow of the candlelight reflected off the mirror, making her look even more regal. She looked up at me through the mirror and smirked.
“What brings my lovely daughter here?” she asked, setting down the brush.
I walked closer, leaning against her dresser. “Mom, I need your help.”
She turned to face me, crossing her arms. “And what do you need my help with, Margaret?”
I grinned, my excitement bubbling over. “Angie told me something very interesting.”
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