Hillary
“Bye,” I yell again, waving at Nora who sticks her head out of the Rolls Royce window to blow me a kiss. She’s such an angel, I love her so much, and she’s also one of the most relatable super-rich people I know. She doesn’t belittle people or act like she’s better than everyone else because her son’s a billionaire genius.
My mom and I watch their car drive away.
Okay. A very blissful Christmas. Now it’s time to go open gifts before I go to bed and nap all day tomorrow—Boxing Day.
When we get back inside, Laurel and Jake are already tearing open gift boxes while Georgia is perched on Leo’s legs, watching. I join them by the tree and start to open gift boxes addressed to me, and they are quite more than I expect. There’s one from Nora and Finn, there’s one from Jake, there’s o
