Chapter Eight
“Who’s your favourite singer?” Ash asked, as though they were teenagers on their very first date.
“No way.” Gloria shook her head.
“What? Why won’t you tell me?” Ash’s face was already pulled into too gleeful an expression. She had taken Gloria to a fancy Kashmiri restaurant that didn’t serve any alcohol.
“Because, Ashley Cooper, when I look at you, with your blonde hipster haircut and your skinny jeans, I know for a fact that you’re going to mock my choice.”
Ash pulled her lips into a pout. “You know that? How do you have that much knowledge?”
“I noticed you and Adrian roll your eyes at the music played at your mother’s party. I think, musically, I belong more to the same generation as your parents.”
“So? Excellent music has been made throughout the ages.” Ash filled
