MAYA
I stood frozen at what Nanny said, and then a laugh burst out of me. I crossed my arms, shaking my head in disbelief. “Break up with him? You have no right to tell me that. Absolutely none.”
“It’s for your own good, Maya,” she flatly said. “You’ll thank me later.”
“No.” I shook my head, “Who do you think you are? My mother?”
The second the word left my mouth, I wished I could yank it back, but the anger was a living thing now, clawing its way out.
“You’re not,” I went on, raising my voice. “I’m turning twenty soon. I’m an adult. I get to decide who I date.”
Nanny’s jaw clenched. “You’re still nineteen. You live under my roof, eat my food, and wear the clothes I buy. The least you owe me is to f*****g listen to what I say.”
The curse word hit like a slap. Nanny never swore. Neve
