Kiya’s POV
I tucked in some strands of my hair behind my ears and smoothed off the crinkled part of my shirt. My hand went to scratch the back of my head and awkwardly smiled at Mrs. Macneil. I am in my oversized shirt and sweatpants—which looked completely inappropriate when facing someone like her.
“G-Good morning, Mrs. Macneil,” I uttered under my breath and slightly nodded. She looked at me from head to toe which made me more uncomfortable.
Ace suddenly appeared from her behind. “You should have told us if you’re going to visit,” he said.
My eyes widened and frantically waved my hands in front. I wanted to tell her it’s fine and she can visit anytime she wanted but before I can open my mouth, she said, “Why are you letting her do the laundry?” She turned to her son with her furro
