Chapter 22 - Lena
I haven’t been this excited to get out of the house in weeks. I’m standing in front of my mirror, brushing out my hair while my mom sits on the edge of my bed, sipping her coffee and giving me that look. The one that means she’s about to start trouble. “So…” she says casually, “Evan’s mom is joining us today.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, Mom. You already said that.” “And Mason’s sister, Emma, you invited her. And you’re smiling.” “I smile,” I protest. “Not like that,” she says, pointing at my face. “That’s your ‘Evan texted me this morning’ smile.” I groan. “Mom. We’re just friends.” She hums like she doesn’t believe a single word. “Mhm. And I’m the Queen of England.” I toss a pillow at her. She dodges it, laughing. “We are just friends,” I insist. “He has playoffs. I have recovery. We’
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