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“This is a beautiful restaurant,” Mrs. Tondeuse said, the moment we pulled up to what I knew was a five-star restaurant. Liam didn’t really tell me much about his parents. The only thing I knew was that he had found them, and he had siblings. One of them was his twin, the other was an older sister who I still hadn't met. Other than that, he said nothing, and judging by the restaurant that he brought us to, I could see why. His biological parents were rich and probably the snobby kind who didn’t like people they considered commoners. Either that or they were trying to play the part of the rich folks.
Don’t be nervous, I told myself as I followed Liam and his parents into the fancy restaurant. The inside reminded me of an art museum with tables and chairs fitting perfectly with the
