"Mother has a little trouble keeping time," I said, not one to let my mother forget that she only showed up when she deemed it appropriate.
In a moment, the mood in the atmosphere shifted. Not even Britney's jealousy over some fictitious relationship between me and Sandra's receptionist could keep me in good spirits.
Careful to keep my voice neutral, I was surprised to find myself found out so quickly. Underneath the table, I felt Britney's fingers link with mine and for the briefest of moments, my heart soared. Taking my hand after being mortified, as she no doubt still was, must have taken great courage. Of course, all moments ended and ours did so with a snarky comeback from Sandra.
"I'm not the one making trouble at this table. From crashing into hundreds of millions, to assaulti
