Dafne White’s POV
I can't stop wringing my hands nervously, thinking that at any moment something will go wrong, and we'll be exposed in this lie.
I shake my leg, wishing this dinner would end. My mother has behaved so badly; I've never seen her so at odds with me. Perhaps it's because I've never strayed from the perfect daughter mold she created around me. I'm not perfect; I've always known that, and so has she. Ben was the only boyfriend I brought home. Before him, I only had short-term relationships, and it took me six months to introduce Ben to her. She adored him. I'm starting to think she liked him because he thought like her. Logan... he's not really my boyfriend, to begin with. He's different from Mom, and maybe that's why I like him.
"It was delicious, Mrs. White, the best lasa
